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mom and I -1
Date: 9/14/2015, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: stif266, Rating: 82, Source: xHamster
I'm fine. You don't need to worry." Teardrops started to roll down her face. "Mom come on!" I urged, "I never saw you in this condition. You don't usually drink! I always trust you and share all my problems. It shouldn't be different now." "Sorry, I just don't want to bother you with my problems, but you're right, maybe it would be good to share this with you. It's a long story." I sat down next to her on the sofa and she continued. "When I got divorced from you father our marriage was already over long before. To be honest with you I had been dating other men for a couple of years and your father and I came to the conclusion that we should split up. Two years ago I met a man and I fell in love with him. He was married and said that he couldn't get divorced until his only daughter got married. He is an influential person and I understood the situation. A couple of months ago he came to me and told that we needed to put an end to our relationship and I understood that he had had some sort of reconciliation with his wife. It was very painful for me but I loved him too much to want to become an obstacle to his happiness. Today I found the real reason for everything: he is leaving his wife to live with a girl that is only a little bit older than his daughter! I never felt so bad in all my life! I found out in the worst possible way that I'm getting old..." She tried to grab the glass but I held her by the wrist. "Stop Mom! You already ... drank too much. What you need now is a cold shower and some hot black coffee. You go to the bathroom while I fix it." Mom tried to stand up and sat down again. She obviously couldn't do it by herself so, holding her by the shoulders, I led her to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet seat while I started the shower. "Now take a good long shower. I'll be back with the coffee," I said closing the door. After I'd made the coffee I went back to the bathroom and heard the sound of running water. I knocked on the door but there was no answer. "Mom, are you OK?" I shouted but there was still no answer. I figured there must be something wrong; maybe she had fallen and injured herself. I opened the door and to my relief she was still sat on the toilet seat, fully dressed. "Hey, I think you need some help..." I told her, helping her stand up. She stood up weavingly, evidence that she was still really d***k. I unbuttoned her blouse and help her remove it. Next came her skirt. I unzipped it and the skirt fell around her feet. Mom was wearing a white lacy bra and matching bikini pants which barely covered her butt and crotch. "Turn around," I told her. She obeyed and I unclasped the bra and pushed mom under the shower head. Up to that moment she had been silent but then she started to complain about the coldness of the water. "No, you must stay there a while. It will be good for you," I instructed. I tried not to look at my almost naked mom but was ...