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Howwee And His Mother

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

she used her panties to wipe the goo off of my chest, tummy, and, finally my penis never having laid a finger on me. Stopping at the door she finally spoke. &#034If you ever leave the school grounds again you'll be missing football practice. Do you understand?&#034 &#034Yeah.&#034 And maybe during detention I'll bend you over a desk and fuck your brains out. Not another word before she closed the door and headed back over to the school. I was worthless the rest of the day and took more than my share of abuse during football practice. Concentration was impossible. My mom, the tough, no nonsense teacher spent the afternoon walking around in pantyhose filled with my cum. Another thought occurred to me. My mom had masturbated. It was naughty, even a sin, for me to beat off but it was okay for my mom to play with her pussy? I wanted it to happen again, but sadly the exchange was was a one time deal. CHAPTER THREE Early Mass at eight and full Mass at ten. I served mass almost every Sunday which was better than just sitting around bored to death, and had the added perk of women kneeling in front of you as the priest placed the host on their out stretched tongues. A few were girls I went to school with and they did me a solid by exposing at least the top of their young titties during the summer months. Church was always full for the ten o'clock number because of course people wanted to sl**p in as late as possible. Dad went to eight o'clock mass during hunting season. This was ... before you had a Saturday afternoon option. We generally got to church almost a half hour before it started so we'd get good seating which meant up front. Mom had to wake me up of course. This particular Sunday she screamed up at me that she'd overslept, and I needed to hurry up. Fucking great. Her dress was a knit of some sort. Neck to just below her knees. It was cool out so she had a light sweater. We hit the church door about five minutes before mass started and had to go up to the choir loft. Half way up when she turned and told me to get us both prayer books. Which was redundant because other than the readings we had the rest memorized, but I didn't say anything just turned back and grabbed a couple from the usher. I handed one up to my mom, she turned around took another step and dropped it. She bent from the waist not using her knees and I quit breathing. She was wearing a garter belt and stockings. I could see where the stockings ended and a bit of bare white thigh. Pretty sure the usher saw it too. As my mind wandered I wondered about a couple of things. Why did she wait for me? She knew I was going to follow her. Why did she bend over like that? Why was she wearing a garter belt? Especially to church. Did it even occur to her that the usher would have a shot as well? If she was gonna let me have a look, the church would be the last place I'd expect it. I'd all but given up on not only the sex thing, but getting any views of her body. I was getting laid by a cheerleader ...