1. Oh God


    Date: 1/14/2017, Categories: Taboo, Voyeur, Author: kap007, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    any more. Finally she let out a long sigh and ventured, "I'm a virgin." I was shocked, and apparently it showed. "What...but how...I mean..." I was lost for words. "Well as you know I met your father very young. After our obvious attraction I intended on him being my first but, well, he told me of his faith and the career he wanted to pursue. I wasn't going to let him slip through my fingers over a little thing I had yet to experience. Do you blame me?" "Well, no of course I don't blame you but...wow..." I was still stunned. I had so many questions but so few seemed appropriate. My shock had made me numb to the fact that I was openly discussing my mother's sex life in very specific detail. She told me about how she had often felt the desire and how she wished she had someone she could be intimate with but quelled it, such was her devotion to Dad. My alarm heightened when I looked down and saw that somehow her hand had surreptitiously found its way halfway up my thigh while she gave this speech. As my senses returned I also noticed a small wet patch beginning to form in the crotch of her pants. She was obviously still ridiculously turned on after her masturbation frenzy. "I think it would be wrong to deny you such a vital experience Mom," I ventured, "especially since you waited to get married and everything." "Do you really think so, honey?" she replied, "I long for it so much sometimes, to feel the heat of another man pressed against me, sweating and gyrating." Her hand ...
    was now moving up and down my thigh, getting further up with every stroke. To my annoyance, I felt myself start to stiffen, and knew that if I did, I would be powerless to stop myself. Seizing the opportunity, I reached up and put my hand on her back, feeling no bra-strap, and began to return her gentle strokes. Her touch got higher as we sat in silence and it brushed my rigid cock. She knew how hard I was and suddenly got a blazing look in her eye. She angled her head in towards mine and I leant in kissing her mouth, not as a son would peck his mother, but a passionate embrace. It lengthened, and our lips parted and before I knew it our tongues were gently massaging each other. We lay back on the bed, her on top and my hands found the back of her shirt. I reached under and began running them up and down her back. As I was doing so her pelvis was grinding along my leg, and a welcome moistness indicated to me that she was soaking wet. "Oh babyyy," she crooned, "you know I love your father don't you? And I would never do anything to hurt him?" "I know Mom." I was feeling guilty, but after all, the woman had never felt the touch of a man and who better to give her the experience than her son, who technically, was not even f****y. "I love you so much sweetheart." With those sweet words I lifted her singlet up and over her head, her arms moving to comply with me movements. Her perfectly shaped tits before my very eyes, I pushed her up away from me and began to suck on her nipples, ...
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