18-06-2019, 04:48 PM
His pupils expanded, as he had a clear view of his mom and dad dancing in the colored lights. His dad was dressed as Han Solo. With how big of a Star Wars fan his dad was, that was not a surprise.
The real shock came to see that dancing with Han Solo was none other than his mother, dressed as Slave Leia. The saliva in Spencer's mouth disappeared in an instant.
His mom was undoubtedly wearing the sluttiest costume there. Spencer gawked at the Slave Leia bikini. He could not tell if it ran small, or if his mom's chest, butt, and athletic thighs were simply supposed to look that perfect in a bikini.
Breanna had on the olive bikini top with brass trim. Around her waist was a brass belt that held up two narrow, red veils. The rectangular veils covered the fronts and backs of her legs but left the entire sides of her long legs visible. With her showing ample side boob in the small bikini top, it was as if she were naked when looking at her from her sides. Her blonde hair was tied back in a braid, just as it was in the movie. And, of course, she was wearing no shoes.
His throat tightening, Spencer wondered what was happening to him. He had masturbated to the idea of his mom on a few occasions, but he had chalked it up to Freudian instincts. There was no doubt now that his attraction was not just about the idea of her being his mom, and wanted Breanna for the gorgeous human she was. He wanted to feel every inch of her body and for her to feel his. To put it simply, he wanted to spend every second of his life with his cock in her, fucking her with every fiber of his being. Spencer's mouth was dry, and he proclaimed his dad to be the luckiest human on Earth.
The real shock came to see that dancing with Han Solo was none other than his mother, dressed as Slave Leia. The saliva in Spencer's mouth disappeared in an instant.
His mom was undoubtedly wearing the sluttiest costume there. Spencer gawked at the Slave Leia bikini. He could not tell if it ran small, or if his mom's chest, butt, and athletic thighs were simply supposed to look that perfect in a bikini.
Breanna had on the olive bikini top with brass trim. Around her waist was a brass belt that held up two narrow, red veils. The rectangular veils covered the fronts and backs of her legs but left the entire sides of her long legs visible. With her showing ample side boob in the small bikini top, it was as if she were naked when looking at her from her sides. Her blonde hair was tied back in a braid, just as it was in the movie. And, of course, she was wearing no shoes.
His throat tightening, Spencer wondered what was happening to him. He had masturbated to the idea of his mom on a few occasions, but he had chalked it up to Freudian instincts. There was no doubt now that his attraction was not just about the idea of her being his mom, and wanted Breanna for the gorgeous human she was. He wanted to feel every inch of her body and for her to feel his. To put it simply, he wanted to spend every second of his life with his cock in her, fucking her with every fiber of his being. Spencer's mouth was dry, and he proclaimed his dad to be the luckiest human on Earth.
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