1. The Rambler part 4


    Date: 4/18/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: rgough, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    weapon positioning itself behind me. Am I really going to do this? Mary did, she gave herself to her son. Why shouldn't I? I was still pondering when Tom's cock pushed into my slit. I was watching all along but I guess you can see something and not think about it at the same time, so it surprised me. Now he was through my slit, spreading me. God, he felt so good. It wasn't that he was bigger than Rick, though we may well be, it was the tensile strengh his youthful pole vibrated into my clasping muscle, singing I'm here and I love it. It sang so vibrantly, passionately bursting forth and just as arduously withdrawing, pausing for the chorus to chime in, then thundering through the hall again. I struggled to help him fit me perfectly like I'd never done before. I had never put such effort into being fucked. Sweat poured down my face, over my forehead into my hair and onto the seat. I dug my toes into the floor to push my ass wantonly up to meet my son, begging him to drill me down to the seat, grind me with exhuberance, and pull back for another onslaught, my trembling ass cheeks following him up to ready my hole for the next attack. He filled my pussy with his spend, and then some. It overflowed, dripping down my legs. Exhausted, Tom collapsed on the seat, sweating as profusely as I. I'm proud to say that it was me, and all my years of exercise, that recovered first. Tom was still gasping for breath, his still cock wavering in the air above his lap, when I straddled him and ...
    lowered myself, enveloping his manly member, my cuntlips struggling to sc**** down his tired shaft. I felt like my tonsils had been given a tickle when our pubic hair mingled. He was definitely a little bigger than his father. I began fucking him, lifting and letting myself fall with a bang, pulling his head to my tits, shoving my long nipple into his mouth, grinding his face on my chest. Nipple to nipple, again and again, over and over, until his semen seeped into me again, the excess once more spilling down the inside of my legs. He certainly manufactured a lot of cream. By the time Tom felt ready for another one, it was too late in the day. He tried to convince me, telling me that later in the diary, Gran described an afternoon right here in this spot, that is, the hill behind us, when Tim and Rick had fucked their mothers from behind as they lay over the removed backseat of the Rambler. "Another time," I told him. "You can't do it all in one day." Tom smiled, "But it has to be this week. I have to give the car to the other guys for a week each. That was the deal for their help." "Just the car, right?" I asked. "And the diaries too. They saw them." I started to argue but Tom stopped me, "Only the ones about Millie and Tim, not the ones that mention Dad." I was satisfied. It wasn't until we were on the way home that the implication dawned on me. "Your friends are going to try to do their moms, aren't they? That's what you've been whispering about for weeks." Tom turned to me ...
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