1. Fun with Sara Pt. III: Mom's Turn


    Date: 7/8/2017, Categories: Fiction, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Drug, Erotica, Hardcore, Incest, Male / Older Female, Mature, Author: jhw86, Rating: 93.5, Source: sexstories.com

    cell phone. "Now who's the pervert, Ben? You're staring at your mother while her back is to you, and now you want to take a sexy picture of her!" "I'm sorry! I'm a sucker for beautiful women!" "And I'm a sucker for sweet-talkers, so you better stop!" They both made eye contact and smiled. Ben loved his mother's face. It was soft and kind; the type that you could tell anything to. There was a hint of eye and lip makeup, but nothing too noticeable. She didn't really need makeup though. To him, she was a natural beauty. "I love that we can talk, and joke like this mom," Ben said affectionately. "Me too sweetheart! Me too..." Cindy left her son, and lazily made her way to the stairs, went up them and walked to the master suite: her bedroom. This was one of the few moments that she had wished she lived in a smaller house. She was tired, and her feet hurt from wearing heels all day. It was her heels that were the first thing to go when she got into her room. She sat down on the bed to take them off; she gingerly rubbed her bare, stocking clad feet. A moan of pleasure and relief escaped her full, pouty lips. After a few minutes of rubbing each foot, she got up off of the bed and walked over to close her bedroom door so she could undress. She decided against it though; her son had not yet come back upstairs, and neither one were particularly shy around each other when it came to the option of clothing. She brought her hands down to her lower back and gripped the zipper to her ...
    skirt. She pulled it down slowly and shimmied out of it. It fell to the floor, exposing the tops of her tan, hold-up stockings, and the white thong that she was wearing. She brought each of her legs up and pulled each stocking off, being careful not to get a run in them, and she threw them onto the king-sized bed in the middle of her large, opulently appointed bedroom. Next she lazily unbuttoned her blouse from top to bottom; it too was tossed onto the bed. She was now only in her lacy white bra, and thong. She walked over to her full length mirror and she examined herself. At 140lbs, she was heavier than she wanted to be but the extra few pounds gave her the "junk in the trunk" look that was so popular these days. She reached behind her head and pulled out the bun that had been holding up her shoulder length, brown hair in place all day long. She realized that had she been wearing her glasses right now, she would look like the sluttiest librarian in the world. She ran her hands through her hair, scratching her scalp gently. Goosebumps spread across her skin from her own touch, and she wished that it was a man, or even another woman, running their hands through her soft, silky, brunette hair. She brought her hands from her head to the clasp of her 36C cup bra. She undid it and let it fall to the floor. Yet another sigh of relief to be rid of another encumbering article of clothing escaped her lips and she brought her small hands to her supple breasts and she gently massaged the ...
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