1. Rhapsody in Red


    Date: 12/6/2016, Categories: Fetish, Mature, Taboo, Author: jack-orff, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Gordon didn't know if he would die with embarrassment or from the look on his mothers face. The latter seemed more likely. She gave her shoes a cursory inspection, her lip curling with disdain at the slimy trails of his cum marring the highly polished leather before closing the door behind her. &#034Well now.&#034 She drawled, her stony gaze crushing the remnants of his ego. &#034Before you explain yourself I think you'd better clean this mess up.&#034 Her foot beckoned him forward and he crawled across the floor, his penis, withered by scorn and dripping with shame, swung limply between his legs. He pulled the towel with him and began using a corner of it to mop up the mess. &#034You should know better than that by now.&#034 His mother hissed, taking a handful of hair in painful grip. He knew alright, ever since she'd caught him masturbating into her panties he knew better. Gordon stuck out his tongue as though concentrating on a knotty problem and dipped the tip into a blob of cum, catching it deftly before it slid off her toecap, swallowing it up as he licked another spot clean, then another until her shoe shone clean once more. &#034Good boy!&#034 She crooned patronisingly, patting his cheek. &#034Now get the rest off my stockings.&#034 He could hardly contain his moans of pleasure as he kissed along her satin-smooth calf, gathering each stain on his lips, sucking it onto his tongue and surreptitiously tasting her at the same time, risking a sneaky peek up her skirt to ...
    discover the style and colour of her undergarment. French knickers; blue. Perfection! That would've surprised all who knew Mrs Hawkes, but Gordon was well aware of her kinky quirks - and loved her all the more for them. His lips roamed over her leg and ventured across an exciting expanse of thigh, brushing the soft flesh at the top, an intoxicating mixture of perfume and her natural scent enticed him onwards in a vain attempt to reach the summit but, with a knowing sigh and a firm grip his mother pulled him away. &#034You made quite an impression Gordon, but I'm sure you couldn't reach any higher than that, can you?&#034 She mocked. &#034But you can, and will, clean my carpet. Now, tell me the reason for this disgusting display.&#034 She hung up her coat and put her shoes under the ornate stand, listening carefully for any hint of prevarication in his voice as he explained himself. &#034...And I still don't know who it was mother, honest!&#034 Gordon explained, avoiding his mothers piercing gaze by staring at a particularly large stain on the carpet, a corner of his mind worrying how he was going to remove it while the larger problem loomed over him like a thundercloud. &#034Very well dear, i believe you.&#034 She said softly. &#034Now. Go and take your bath while i get changed.&#034 Gordon wasn't lulled into a false sense of security by those dulcet tones. It only meant he was in deeper hot water than any bathtub would provide but he did as she asked anyway. He always did. ...
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