1. Mommy's Time for a Massage


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Mature, Taboo, Author: Marcia2, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    they moved with common accord, frantic with desire. &#034Ah'&#034 she groaned. &#034You are such a good fuck baby.&#034 And as she screamed her release, he shot his load into her. ******************** Don spent two weeks at his aunt's place. The entire time was filled with almost non-stop nakedness. Their bodies learned everything possible about each other. When he returned to his mother's house, he was no longer the little boy that had left that fateful day, but a true man. He understood what a woman needed. He was ready to give his mother what she craved. And so he returned. It was late afternoon just in time for her massage. His mother was sitting on the couch, her feet propped on a brown suede ottoman. She wore one piece of clothing, an old threadbare house coat. It was short and the legs that stretch outward from it were lean and smooth. When she saw her son, enter the room, she leaped to her feet. As she did so, he caught a glimpse of blond hair between her legs. A breast like a small orange popped into view. It was perfect in shape with no sag. If he didn't know it, he would swear she was younger than Elaine. Soon she was in his arms. &#034I missed you baby,&#034 she said pressing her softness into him. &#034I thought about you every day, made me realize a few things. I guess I took you a bit for granted.&#034 &#034Well, I'm back,&#034 he said. &#034And I don't plan on leaving you again – ever.&#034 &#034But you'll get married someday, have a f****y of your own.&#034 ...
    &#034That's not my plan,&#034 he said. &#034I have you and you're the best.&#034 &#034Oh that's silly,&#034 she said laughing, the color rising in her face. She pulled away. &#034I look a mess don't I?&#034 &#034No, you're beautiful.&#034 He smiled down at her. &#034When I reached the house today, I saw the rose bushes you prune so carefully. I thought, there's a rose outside but one inside that's just as perfect.&#034 He covered her mouth with his, tasting her smoky flavor, the softness of her lips. Then he pressed his lips against a breast, his tongue a snake curling against her nipples. A bare arm swung under her, lifting her off the floor. With slow steps he carried his mother up the stairs and into her bedroom. Laying her on the bed, he removed her clothes. All this time, she never uttered a sound. Her eyes were like round saucers staring straight into his face. As her head rested against a pillow, it shifted and she stared below his belt where a large erection threatened to break through the denim material. &#034I love you mother,&#034 Don said. &#034And I want to possess you, ravage you. And it's not perverted.&#034 &#034I'm scared,&#034 she said. &#034This is too strong, the craving. It feels so different. How can it be good.&#034 A tear slipped down his cheek. &#034I don't understand it and maybe everyone in the world thinks we're sick, but we do have something special.&#034 He knelt between her legs, his face inches from her wetness, the aroma rising to his nostrils. ...
«12...6789»