Incest happy mother"s day (pic story)

[neerathemall]

Just about," I half-shouted back. I wasn't lying that time. I couldn't have made my dick go limp if I wanted to. Every thought brought me back to my mother. Sometimes she was pushing her ass at me, leaning against the kitchen table for balance as I fucked her; leaning on the kitchen table where meals had been eaten and homework had been done. Sometimes we were in the bathtub together; the same tub where she used to bathe me when I was little. Sometimes we were in a car, driving to the store; I was driving, she started playing with herself in the passenger seat and she started slowly playing with me too. She leaned over and deftly unbuttoned and unzipped my fly and brought my dick out and started flicking her tongue all around the head, her hand softly rolling my balls as she cradled them in her hand. Her hot, wet mouth slowly engulfed more of my meat and she started humming as my cock hit the back of her throat...

I shook the images from my head and tromped up the stairs. I don't know how long I was dreaming, but I had a nice view of my mom's ass as




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