Woke up with touch. He fell asleep unnoticed. Lay down in anticipation of his mother and fell asleep. Not even the door is not locked. Mom came home from work, managed to change clothes and now sat side by side, in a robe, as usual on a naked body. Lightly fiddled on me.
-Wake up, sleepyhead! What will you do at night?
-Love you, mothers!
He reached out, already crunched the bones, grabbed his mother by the hands and pulled over himself. Mom readily fell on her chest, put her lips. From my mother’s lips smelled of vodka. Clearly, again with Murzikha, they were stolen. And the hand was already crumbling my mother’s chest, I was looking for a nipple. Mom also did not lose time, pulled her pants from me, releasing the rebel flesh. I got, wrapped around with my hand, began to shit. Turned, laying his mother down. She lay down, unbuttoned the robe, threw back his floors to the sides and watched as I throw off my clothes. Lay down nearby, stroked her ochet body, lingered on her pubis. Strongly, so she gasped, squeezed him. Began to kiss the titles, gradually dropping to the tummy. Mom knew that this would follow and already raised her legs, pushed them apart, preparing to accept my affection. She liked oral affection. I really liked it. From this she came into madness, lost control of herself. Shouting and having a countless one, she gave her body to the full will of the winner. During the life of dad, she did not feel that. Dad allowed his cock to suck, but at least he did not dare to lick his mother’s pussy. For my convenience, my mother even started to shut up a kick. I helped her, shaving excess hair from the priests, from the labia, leaving the shoots only on the pubis.
My head is located between my mother’s legs. Lips tightly wrapped an clitoris, the tongue gently touched it. The finger was already in full house in the vagina, soon the second one was added to it. Mom darted on the bed. She did not restrain her emotions for a long time, giving an energy release. Here mom started to finish. But this is only the beginning. I tried to finish as many times as her body needed. She herself said when she could no longer and did not want anything. And then she turned on her stomach or raised her legs to her chest, substituting my treasure for me. More often she still went to the stomach. Waving all his strength, it was difficult for her to keep her legs in suspense raised to her chest. And getting to the bottom itself in this position was easier. It was even better when my mother saddled me, located on top. Only in this position we had sex at night, when the first hunger was satisfied, we rested and were ready for new battles and achievements.
Living for almost a year as a husband and wife, they have been used to it, studied habits and preferences. Mom even managed to fall in love with anal sex, which we had fun during menstruation. And not only at this time. My member, not too large, did not cause her suffering and inconvenience, approached both Pisis and priests. But the lubricant was used, as without it.
Mom is tired, spread out on the bed. Now I could do anything with her. Asked her to lie on the tummy, began to stroke the ass. Sometimes she could start again, but today she did not want anything. Only so that the son finishes and give her a rest. She lifted the ass, kneeling. The face was turned to me.
-Come on in the ass, finish faster, tired.
In the ass so in the ass. Cream, petroleum jelly and other lubricants were nearby. Don’t even get up from the bed, just stretch your hand. Umostal the ass, lubricated the penis well and began to move in the ass. Mom herself helped, slowly sitting on a member. Here it penetrated to the end, froze, letting the pope get used to the foreign body. Although they met quite often, the priest and a member, yet each meeting began with familiarization and addiction. Here mom began to move the booty, sliding off the penis and again approaching him. I turned on.
Having finished in my mother’s ass, he spread on her back, unable to even move. Mom turned and I just crawled from her back, fell nearby. She kissed me, stroked my head, as a small child is stroked
-Sleep, rest.
I got up and went to the kitchen, where a kettle of water and a basin kettle was already ready. I came, brought a wet towel, wiped me, lay down nearby. Hugged. Mom kissed me, stroked, whispered something in my ear, and I shamefully fell into sleep
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