Toffer_Guy
Really Experienced
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- Mar 6, 2013
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All the time molesting my mother’s breasts over her shirt and bra as I whisper in her ear. Telling her how much I enjoyed that night and knowing I made her cum despite her protests. Aggressively pulling her blouse open and popping a button off. Telling her how I jerked off a few nights over that. Even fucked a few college girls with similar bodies with my eyes closed and imagining her.I could feel my body tense and melt at the same time - shock it was my son and absolute desire that it was my son. My body tells me I want him in every way, and any way that he wants to have me.
Mother tries weakly scolding me about how I shouldn’t have cum inside her. That I could have gotten her pregnant. Me laughing at her trying to lecture me while being a cheating slut. Mom saying her husband hasn’t even tried pleasuring her in over ten years and she was lonely, and replying that I better keep her company so she doesn’t get lonely and spread her legs for another man.
Letting go of her tits, now half way out of her bra. Stepping over the couch and standing on the cushions straddled over her. Always scolded me having my shoes on the couch growing up. Grabbing her by the hair, pulling my cock out, and dropping it across her face. Her first glimpse of it in the light. Mom saying I shouldn’t be doing this to her but making no move to remove herself from my grip at her hair and jaw. Slowly sliding my shaft over half of her pretty face.
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