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We Will Do Your Mom First

Date: 9/1/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: Bountyhunter310, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

on. The second the two of us started up the hill I saw his mother slip through the door and into the cottage. &#034You didn't turn off the light,&#034 I chided Mrs. W. as I walked into the kitchen seconds later. I'd wrapped the towel tightly around my waist. &#034Ohhh ... You're back already ... I was just getting the cocoa ready.&#034 Michelle White blushed as she said the words. She'd seen her sons cock. And mine. And for the next half hour, as we sat around the kitchen table, until we all headed off to bed, Kevin's mom continually cast furtive glances down towards the towels that hardly hid the penises that were struggling to escape them. &#034We'll start tomorrow,&#034 I promised Kevin as we lay in our beds in the darkness an hour later. &#034Do you still have a hard-on?&#034 he asked back. Of course I did. We gave Kevin's mother a present at breakfast. &#034It's not my birthday,&#034 she said as she looked from Kevin to me. She lifted the small, brightly wrapped package. Shook it. I smiled at her as she threw me a questioning glance. &#034The girls said it would be perfect for you, for your build ... that the color was a perfect choice for your hair and eyes.&#034 &#034My eyes?&#034 she asked as she tore the package open. &#034Oh my gawd,&#034 she whispered as she watched the soft cloth slip through her fingers. &#034It's French ... the latest style,&#034 Kevin said as his mom picked up the ivory colored bra from where it had fallen. &#034I couldn't wear this. It's ... too--&#034 &#034Mom and Ashley said it would be perfect for you,&#034 I lied. &#034Your mother? She did?&#034 I nodded yes. Of course Mrs. W. eventually accepted it. And, two and a half hours later, after we'd had breakfast, cleaned up and done the hundred little jobs required to open up a cottage after a winter of nonuse, she went to put it on. &#034I'll join you down on the dock,&#034 she promised us when we'd finished our last job. &#034I just want to take a quick shower first.&#034 We were pretending disinterest, casually lying about the dock, when we heard the screen door bang shut. Mrs. W., a towel over her arm, was wearing a loose, unbuttoned shirt over her new bathing suit as she walked down the hill. We pretended not to look. She sat down without saying a word. After checking to see if we were staring she let the shirt slide down off her shoulders. Neither Kevin nor I said anything for about thirty seconds. Then I let out a hardly audible wolf whistle. She heard. &#034Stop that,&#034 Michelle White said as the blush flooded into her cheeks. &#034You look great mom,&#034 Kevin enthused. And she did! And the view was even more spectacular after she'd gone for a swim. The darkness of her aureoles was unmistakable through the lightly colored, wet cloth. She caught us staring. Smiled. Blushed. Looked away. Then looked back and caught us staring again. Her nipples hardened into hard little nubs before our eyes. Her eyes returned to her book. Then back to her admirers. Mrs. ...