1. Howwee And His Mother


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

    mating. Mom was twisting back and forth underneath me in an attempt to keep her panties just where they were and it was working. I could either maintain my position of control or pull her panties down. It was proving impossible to get those tiny panties moved down low enough for me to gain entry because they were so fucking tight. I was also running out of time given my mental lust and the physical stimulation caused by her panties I was on the brink of an orgasm. Neither of those however resulted in my premature ejaculation. &#034Oh...oh, oh, oh...no...oh, oh, oh, oh please don't fuck me.&#034 My mom had never, ever used that word. It was too much. I came. It went everywhere. Her tummy, her panties, legs, got her dress, the seat. As soon as she felt it mom started crying. It all hit home for me too. I had tried to f***e my mom to have sex. There's a word for that. Nothing she had done, questionable as it might have been, justified what I had tried to do to my own mother. Or any other woman for that matter. I told her I was sorry, and I started crying too. When I tried to touch her she yelled, &#034No just leave me alone.&#034 I ran to my room, changed clothes, and went over to my best friend's house. I had no intention of going home. I figured my dad was going to kick me out anyway. Around six o'clock their phone rang, and of course it was for me. It was mom, and she told me it was time to come home to eat. She sounded perfectly normal, but I was so fucking scared when I ...
    walked in the back door I thought I was gonna piss myself when I saw my dad sitting at the table. Dad told me that they shouldn't have to call to get me home for supper. I was well aware of what time we ate. Mom fixed my plate, and the conversation was about his hunting. As soon as I was finished, I excused myself, and hid in my room. About ten o'clock there was a knock at my door. It was mom wearing a very short, worn, old terry cloth bath robe. The insides of her breasts were exposed almost to the aureole. God mom, what are you trying to do to me I just didn't understand the mixed signals. &#034Mom, I am so sorry.&#034 &#034Ssshhhh, it wasn't all your fault baby, and we'll talk about it but not tonight honey. I love you, and I always will. Go to sl**p now. I don't want you to worry about it right now okay?&#034 &#034Okay.&#034 I was over come with relief and thought how fortunate I was to have her for a mom. I had all but ****d my mom, and she had already forgiven me. Swell fucking story. Something to really be proud of, something to tell your k**s, and grandk**s. She walked over to me and placed one hand on either side of my head before leaning over to give me a kiss on the forehead. Her massive rack of breast meat hanging inches from my chest and oh so close to showing me where I took my nourishment so many years ago. I needed a different kind of nourishment now and as soon as the mental image entered my brain I started crying again whether in apology, frustration, or need I ...
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