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My family and I spent last Mothers' Day at my sister's house, out in the country. Mothers Day always had a special significance to my mom,, and I, ever since we had become occasional lovers, some 25 years ago, and carried on an incestuous affair for over a quarter century without anyone finding out.
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the frequency and intensity of our physical encounters had dropped off dramatically. We were nowhere near as brave or as adventurous as we had been when my then 42-year old mother first came into my bedroom and, well,
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This trip, it was a full house at sistr's, and I had no expectations of sex with my mother. It was going to be a standard family get-together.
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my mother's always been a drop-dead knock out. She's always taken good care of herself, she's got a nice rack, a contagious smile, and curvy legs that seem to stop in the upper atmosphere. Just watching her come into my room made my mouth water and those clothes...my cock started jumping in my pants just thinking about it. I wanted my mother in the worst way. I wanted to feel her nails digging into my back as I plunged my rock hard cock into her tight shaved snatch. I wanted to smell her pussy creaming around my cock, mingling with the scent of the vanilla candles she always burned and the smell of our own sweat. I wanted to hear her panting out my name as she came on my dick. I wanted to taste that pink flower of hers with her legs wrapped around my head, her fingers grabbing my by the hair, pushing me deeper, and the smell and taste of her pussy all over my face. I wanted to
जिंदगी की राहों में रंजो गम के मेले हैं.
भीड़ है क़यामत की फिर भी हम अकेले हैं.