1. The Rambler part 3


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

    his cock into her cheating slit while she smiled at her husband, and then happily ate the steak he labored to cook while she was pushing her ass back, begging for more stiff cock?" I sc****d the last of it from her hand and loaded my cock, ready for the last application while she smeared the remains in her hand all over her tits. Spreading her cheeks, I guided my cock to her brownish opening. "What kind of mother would help her friend cheat with her own son, and then let him shove his filthy, unwashed cock into her ass while her husband lay passed out on their marital bed?" "You would," I gasped, pushing my cock into her, steadily overcoming the diminishing resistance in her well-used chute, letting loose the first loud groan of the night, but definitely not the last. Mom leaned forward to make her asshole more readily available, pressing herself to the counter, but not before my hands managed to slip under her greasy tits to squeeze them just as the root of my cock crushed against her cheeks. Grinding around in a slow circle, I lifted her up onto her toes, letting my tip sc**** the soft tissue of her inner chamber. "Ohhhhhhh, godddd, you do that so well," Mom cried. "What?" I begged the obvious. "Fuck my ass," she moaned as her pucker tried to hold my retreating pole. "Do you like the way I do it?" I asked as her pucker switched direction to desperately chase after my thrusting cock as it blasted upward, lifting her onto her toes and then off, reaming her slippery bunghole. ...
    "I love it, baby," Mom groaned. "God help me, I love it." She grunted my name with each subsequent thrust. I don't know how we managed to stay upright but we did. Afterward, I could see a huge crease across Mom's abdomen where she met the edge of the counter. Women are tough man. I couldn't have taken that and I also knew her moans weren't groans of pain. She'd taken it all like a woman. That scenario was repeated several times that summer, at our house and Tim's. Once, on the way home from a barbecue there, Mom leaned over and sucked me off while Dad lay passed out in the backseat of his car. It was as we were crossing through the almost empty main street, about eleven at night. Mom just leaned over, rubbed my crotch for a moment, then deftly opened my pants and pulled me out. Her mouth slipped over my head, tongue swirling around, then pulled off and flicked all over my throbbing helmet. As we passed in front of the deserted theater, Mom pushed her lips tightly over my shaft right down to the root, munching all the way until her throat encountered my head, and enveloped it. I managed to get down our street without hitting any parked cars. The car jerked to a halt when I prematurely slammed it into Park and grabbed the hair at the back of Mom's head, shoving her down into my thrusting hips, my cum exploding into her mouth. I had stopped in the nick of time. I still managed to fuck her ass after getting Dad into bed, dangerously taking her on the carpet in her bedroom, unable ...