1. Birthday Morning


    Date: 8/27/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: TXLOVING2015, Rating: 95, Source: xHamster

    Carrie pulled the long zipper up to the middle of her thigh. The black leather boots fit her curvy legs snugly. She had just a tad bit of flesh overhang the top of the boots. Every nerve in her body was tingling with excitement, from her finger tips to her clit. She pulled the bubble gum-pink lipstick from her make up bag and coated her lips, then tossed her fingers through her blonde curly hair. She piled the curls high on her head in a loose bun. A few strands hung down by her creamy neck. Aside from the thigh-high, high-heeled boots, Carrie was wearing nothing but skin. The clock by the sink read 6:00 am. She'd spent the last couple of hours in the shower, doing her hair, doing her make up, lotioning and re-lotioning her supple skin, and, her favorite, shaving her legs and pussy. She couldn't stop rubbing herself because everything felt so sensitive from the fresh shave. 6:02 now. She gently squeezed her heavy tits and ran her hands down her ribs, between her legs and over her pierced clit. It was time. Carrie turned, opened the bathroom door and began the walk from her bedroom to her 18 year old son's room. Her pace was fast and deliberate, like she was on a mission. Her heels clicked on the wood floor and each step made her tits jiggle and shake. Her fleshy ass was pushed high and her cheeks squished and stretched as she walked. A nervous and devious grin stretched across her face and her heart beat was rapid. She was naked and exposed, she ran her hands across her ass ...
    and dragged her nails across the skin. She stopped in front of her son's door. She could feel her pussy dripping down her thighs, leaving a thin, moist trickle into her boots. Carrie knocked on the door and opened it. Chris's room was dark, illuminated only by the hallway light shining past Carrie's body. She could see him stir under the sheets as he woke up. He squinted and held a hand up against the light. &#034Mom?&#034 His voice was hoarse as he woke up. &#034Yes, sweetie.&#034 Carrie was surprised she was able to speak and not stutter. &#034Something wrong?&#034 Chris pushed himself up and rubbed his eyes. As his vision focused, he looked up and dropped his jaw. Was he dreaming? &#034Happy birthday.&#034 Carrie's voice was heavy and sultry. Each second that passed gave her more confidence. She looked on her son the way a tiger looks at prey. She began a slow walk, or a &#034stalk&#034 to her son's bed. The boots clicked with each step. Her deep, inner thighs were slick with juices. Carrie was so wet that she was surprised she was walking, not swimming. She turned on the lamp sitting on the dresser and let her son see her fully naked body in the light for the first time. Chris's eyes were wide as he watched Carrie walk to his bed. He kept scanning his mother's body, from the tall boots to the shiny piercing between her thighs, then up to the heavy, fleshy tits that hung gently by her rib cage. His cock began to creep to life. Carrie stood over her son and let him ogle her ...
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