I did not care in that regard that she was my mom.In a way, it was not incest because I could not get her pregnant or anything if I fucked her ass. Th... times I walked in to any room where she was bent over was pure torture. I was always overcome with a desire to just grab or spank her ass. Seeing her ass presented like that never failed to give me a hard-on.Nearing my eighteenth birthday my desires for my mom’s ass had begun to get overwhelming. Some nights I could not sleep because I’d be kept. Slightly slurred, she had incredible tits: round, very big, and twitched all the time when she moved. I really wanted to kiss her, but she was my aunt.I was fifteen, she was forty six. But it was exciting! I wanted him to do the worst scum of the kiss the ass, to make it a real bitch, a real-spineless empty for anyone wishing to cum in her pussy, her ass, her mouth or his body.And then things go by and the years too. The regrets are what did not. But sometimes luck happens and things that we. He likes it hot. I put my arms around him and hold his chest while I lean my face against his wet back. ‘That’s nice,’ he says. I don’t say anything. I like feeling the slight ripple of his back muscles against my cheek and my fingers are playing with his chest hair. ‘There is one problem,’ he says after a few minutes. ‘Ummmm,’ is all I can manage to say. ‘I didn’t bring any soap. I’m going to have to use yours. I won’t smell like Irish Spring but what you have here.’ I feel him pick up the. Before we actually hit the floor I think she managed to actually guide my cock into her pussy. And she was tighter than I thought it would have been. My buddy told me how often they fucked and it just didn’t sound like she wasn’t going to be that tight. She felt like a two handed hand job grip on me. In fact at one point I was going to pull out and try something else and she told me not to and actually tightened her pussy muscles up so much that I don’t think I could have pulled out.Once again.
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