Adultery Yatra with Mama

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Yatra with Mama

As my dick began to go limp, I slid out from between Mom's swollen labia and rolled onto my back. I looked across at her as we both tried to slow our breathing to normal levels. Her hair had fallen down over her shoulders and was so wet that she could have just stepped out of a shower, while the rest of her was covered with a moist film. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was Mom asking me if she could take her stockings off.