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Mommy's Time for a Massage
Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Mature, Taboo, Author: Marcia2, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
before he threw up. He definitely did not want that to happen this time. It felt too good. Sometimes when he had shoved his penis all the way into the hole, he let it stay there for a minute quivering. As it did this the sides of the hole seemed to contract, gripping the penis tighter and tighter. He felt like exploding and grabbed his mother's slender hips to help him push as far as possible into her hole. Something exciting was going to happen, he could tell. His mother was groaning loader and he felt the same way. Hands on his mother's hips, he slammed into her and started to shake. His penis exploded jerking and jerking. He shot something into his mother, no pee, no this felt so different from that. Meanwhile his mother screamed some unintelligible words, writhed as though she were a snake plugged into an electric socket. Then she was still. Don slumped over her buttocks and fell asl**p. ******************** "Don't you ever ask me that again." Don's mother stood about two feet from him, her lovely bottom resting against the warm stove, her first finger stretched toward him, inches from his face. "But it would be so much better than what we do now." Don's voice had this pleading tone to it, winsome some might say. "No, that would be wrong," she exclaimed. "Maybe if you were sick and needed my help. But you're healthy as an ox." She spun away to some eggs cooking on the stove. "You're a bit perverted is all. I'm your mother for goodness ... sake." The young man sighed. "I just thought it might give us room in case Aunt Elaine visits us again. It was terrible her being on the couch." He laughed. "I caught her naked that one time. She had her fingers between her legs. Seemed to like it all right." "Well that's disgusting," the woman said. "You shouldn't snoop around. No way we'll ever sl**p in the same bed. It's perverted. I'm your mother." She plopped the eggs and some bacon on a plate and placed it in front of Don. "You do let me massage you," he said. "That's different. You're giving me therapy. That's perfectly natural." The boy shook his head and proceeded to eat his food. "Of course if I was sick that would be different, right? Then you'd need to doctor me. I would need all kinds of comforting that's for sure." Moments later Don left the house, jumped into his old blue Ford and drove toward school. That evening after supper, his mom called him to the bedroom. When he arrived, she was laying face down, a large beach towel d****d over her buttocks. For a long time, the young man massaged her neck, shoulders, back, feet and legs. He was careful not to venture near the enticing parts that had excited him so much the previous evening. "My butt is sore," his mother said. "Don't forget to massage it. Don't remove the towel." The boy followed her instructions to the letter, leaving the towel, but not on her butt. He slid it up, toward her ...