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A Gift From Mom

Date: 12/21/2014, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Erotica, Hardcore, Incest, Male / Older Female, Teen Male / Female, Author: eroticbeing, Rating: 96.3, Source: sexstories.com

to his left. It was only a step or so, but it left him more facing her. He put his hands on his hips in an almost daunting pose. She was mesmerized. He finished and as he did he stepped to her. He reached for her hand, and then went to put it on his penis. She resisted but he didn't let go. She let him guide her hand. He put her hand on his dick and they both shook the last drops from him. He deviously grinned and she looked down and blushed, not knowing what to possibly think. Her hand stayed a second. Her fingertips traced him. She thought she saw some glistening on his shaft that she took to be her own juices left there. She started to churn inside. She looked back up at his face and his eyes drew more serious. 'He can't be getting that way again.' She glanced back down, and she was right. He was pulsing and engorging again. She gulped. She let her fingertips drape across his head, and then she brought her hands to the sink. She washed her hands and checked herself once more in the mirror. In the reflection in the mirror, she saw him stand behind her. He gazed her eyes a long moment. Their expressions were serious as intensity returned to them. She felt incredibly vulnerable standing in front of him and facing the mirror. His hands caressed her hips, and she started to ease from in front of him. His hands clasped her hips and stopped her, keeping her standing in front of the mirror. She met his gaze in the mirror with an expectant one of her own. He positioned his feet ... behind her and then she felt his hardness. He was bumping against her buttock and felt prominent. She put her arms around her self. His hands pulled her arms apart from her as she kept looking at him in the mirror. His eyes darted between hers and her exposed breasts in view, and she knew her nipples were erect. They ached. He put her arms to the counter, and it bent her forward at her waist. "Billy... ." Her eyes had a pleading to them. She was awkwardly propped. Her breasts hung loosely down. Her palms spread on the counter. His hand slowly dragged right between her legs, and she trembled knowing he felt her dampness. His hands worked behind her, and his cock was soon back. She winced hard when he was sinking back inside her. She looked up at his face in the mirror, trying to stay composed even though she was spread on the counter top and getting filled again. He started rocking once more, and she lifted her hips for him. She couldn't help but feel silly in her exposed, spread pose that he didn't stop watching. Her head started bobbing from his thrusts into her, and she felt her walls quivering from his plunging at such an angle. Unlike before, she was more impaled by him. He stretched her deeply. She was dragging backward and foreword on the bathroom counter and he was having his way. She tried to get traction with her hands but it was difficult. His shaft started it's pounding. Her head fell and her eyes closed, lost in his taking her. Her body swayed back and forth, and ...