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Howwee And His Mother

Date: 9/27/2017, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: howwee, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

her to pull around the neck line. I hadn't bothered with a t-shirt so I was naked from the waist up. Mom had the top with pads in her hands, and was staring at me. &#034Ah, did you want to step out while I get the rest off?&#034 &#034Oh of course, sure. I'll get you a towel. &#034 I stripped down to my jock. &#034Here's your towel honey.&#034 She peeked when she handed me the towel. Now I was sure my mom was getting off on the whole jock thing at least a little bit. But I didn't know how to proceed without fucking up all over again. Couldn't risk reading her feelings incorrectly. I did need the feel of pussy around my cock however. I was dating a hottie named Sue, and had been for a couple of months. I had gotten bare tit, but everything else was covered, and there was no relief. Blue balls after every date. If I had a chance to get into those panties, surely my performance in the game would enhance my prospects. She was after all dating a fucking star. I grabbed something to eat and went back to my room. Called Sue, and we talked for thirty minutes or so making sure we were indeed going to see each other that evening. I was stroking myself towards the end of the conversation because I sensed a slight difference in her tone. Fucking A. If I could get my fingers on her bare pussy. I quit playing with myself. I'd save it. I fell asl**p. Remember when you were young and could sl**p till noon, and nod off again dreaming the most wonderful events that might take place? Mom was ... gently shaking me. What? Oh yeah. More photos. I slid out of bed forgetting that all I had on was my jock. There was a little intake of breath from mom. Shit. &#034No, no, that's okay you're covered go ahead and get dressed honey.&#034 Covered? Not fucking really. I decided to put my pants on last. I suited up making sure to struggle as I got the top over my shoulder pads. She just stood there holding my helmet. &#034Oh, I'll be right back.&#034 When she came back I was finishing up. She had two different newspapers with her, and I could see they were turned to the sports page. &#034I thought you'd like to read these. One of them has your picture in it scoring the last touchdown.&#034 &#034Yeah, soon as we're done okay?&#034 I kinda figured we'd be headed to the living room, but she was fine taking them in my bedroom. A couple became a half dozen, and I had enough. &#034Come on mom. Geez.&#034 &#034Just one more honey. With your helmet on.&#034 Fucking helmet. I put it on, fastened the chin strap, and put my hands on my hips. Mom moved forward until we were only a few feet a part. She had to aim the camera up at me which I thought was not gonna be a good picture at all. I looked down at her, and now I knew she had a problem. Her breathing was strained, and her tell tale skin blush was in full bloom. Mommy liked jocks. Mommy had a thing for stars even perhaps if they happened to be her son. Her outfit sucked. Pull over sweater, and polyester pants with a stretch band waist. ...