1. Mommy's Time for a Massage


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

    Tenderly he extended a tongue touching her slit, probing it. Pressing his face against her, he breathed deep of her scent, shaking his head back and forth, his tongue deep inside her. The muscles in her legs and stomach rippled with the tension, stiff and unyielding, but Don knew every inch of the canvas. He only needed a few colors painted in the perfect places to make the picture complete. As his tongue continued its tender caress, he rubbed those legs, feeling the tension in each muscle and tendon. Her stomach initially one huge knot, slowly unwound under his manipulations. As she relaxed, her legs parted and her pussy opened like a flower, red and moist, her little clit glistening in the incandescent lighting. He slipped his hands under her butt cheeks pulling her further and further into his face. Her surrender was complete as she sank into the abyss of dark passion. It was frightening at first like a dark room that had no light switch. Her body began to twitch in a way she could not control. Oh how she wanted him, to have him possess her, consume her. Yet it was so dark, she had no control. Her son now owned her body. She had no more fight left in her, perverted or not, she was his completely. She felt him enter her, the electricity of the way he filled her. She was going to release soon, she knew it. Only it didn't feel like a release, it felt like death, like falling over a cliff. What was below? This was not like the other times. She could no longer pretend it was merely a massage. Where was the damn light switch, she cried to herself. &#034Ahhh,&#034 she cried the orgasm building, her body shaking. &#034I love you dear mother,&#034 her son whispered to her. &#034I have always loved you and always will.&#034 The lights flashed on. Her eyes opened staring at the blue ones above her. The ecstasy and joy were real and safe, no rocks beneath this cliff, merely strong warm arms, her lover, her precious son.
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