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The Rambler part 3

Date: 3/14/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: rgough, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

then feeling the rivulets of my spend that couldn't find a home in her mouth, trickling down my cock and onto my balls. I collapsed back into the couch. Mom was moving and when I felt her knees outside my shoulders I knew she had stood on the couch, even before I felt her wet, hairy pussy pushing against my mouth. "What was that bad word you used today?" her cackling whisper revealing a wicked sense of humor. My silence provoked a twisting rub that smeared her juices across my chin and lips. "Hmmmmm?" "Cunt," I whispered, followed by a sharp intake of breath as I, correctly, anticipated her wetness covering my entire mouth. Mom's hands grabbed the sides of my head, like I had gripped hers moments before. She pulled away. "Do you still love it?" "Yes," I whispered, quickly sucking in air. "Then lick it," she cried, yanking my head forward and grinding her pussy on my face. She didn't speak again, at least, she didn't utter any sounds that were intelligible. And, though she periodically released my head, I knew she didn't want me to speak, only breathe. Eventually, her cunt was rubbed more delicately on my face as she guided me to lick and suck and poke my tongue exactly where she wanted it. I thought it would take longer than it did. Maybe it was a long time but I was still surprised when she suddenly gripped me hard and ground her pussy in a sustained, hard series of bumps and grinds, then collapsed, falling limply to the couch beside me. She was like a rag doll when I ... manipulated her body onto her stomach, leaning forward to stretch one leg behind me and dr****g the other over my lap. My fingers found their way into her pussy and though she had so recently experienced a fulfilling release, her bottom was soon twitching in response to my sensitive ministrations. I searched around until I found the little jar I had brought downstairs with me from the bathroom. I opened it with one hand, not stopping my pussy titillation, and set it in the hollow of her back. I scooped up a big gob of petroleum jelly and worked the edge of my hand between her cheeks, spreading them before twisting my fingers down to smear the slippery goo on her asshole. Mom's head jerked around. "What are you doing?" Instead of answering, I spread the jelly around on her cheeks, then returned to push the remains onto her puckered hole. "Ricky, what are you doing?" I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and held the jar while I dug out a large wad of jelly. I was silent while I greased my cock, then pushed the rest all over her ass, pushing her thigh out so I could cram it onto her bud with my thumb. "What are you doing to me," she whispered. "Turn your face into the couch," I whispered back. "What are you doing?" she repeated. I spread her cheeks and placed my thumb onto her crinkly rosebud. Slipping my finger back into her pussy, I whispered, "Put your face in the couch." I began finger fucking Mom and gently rubbing my thumb over her dark crinkle, gradually pressing harder until ...