1. The naughty f****y pt3


    Date: 11/13/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Mature, Taboo, Author: vtevte, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    spot growing quickly as little spurts of pussy juice erupted from between my labia before going up and eyeing my practically exposed breasts -- my swollen nipples visibly throbbing. I began to move, slowly stalking towards my son, my stained and wet crotch being more exposed with each stride I took. "What's wrong with how I look, Scotty?" I purred as he backed up into the door, cracking his head against the solid wood. I concealed the wince I wanted to display and pressed into him, taking the slightly grease stained bag with one hand and lightly resting the other on his shoulder even as my breasts mashed and flattened against his chest. His heart was pounding so wildly I'd have been concerned had he been an older man. I looked up into his eyes and said again, "What's wrong with how I look, son?" Scotty instinctively looked down to avoid my gaze, but found instead a bird's eye view of my seriously exposed cleavage and looked back up. Trapped between looking into my eyes and gazing at my mammoth tits, it was slightly funny to watch my son's head move up and down until he finally summoned the courage to whisper, "Nothing, Mom...you look pretty." I smiled and rose up slightly to plant another semi-chaste kiss on his lips before I said, "Just pretty, Scotty? Do you think your mother looks sexy in this nightie?" I leaned into him a bit more and could swear that against my thighs, I felt his cock throb...certainly I could feel its length and hardness through his khakis and tried to ...
    contain my shivers as the presence...the weight of his cock made itself known to my bare skin. Scotty's tongue again emerged, worrying that lower lip and I was tempted to take a crack at licking it with my own tongue before he finally said so softly that I could barely hear him, "Yeah, Mom. I think it...you look really sexy. I like red." I gave him another closed mouth kiss, lingering for long seconds this time as my breasts d**g across his now sweaty chest before I replied, "I'm glad. I was thinking of you when I bought it." Then I turned away and headed for the small dinette table on the other side of the bed. "Let's eat...I'm starved," I said, shooting my son a wink and feeling his eyes crawling all over my backside. My son hesitantly followed as I unpacked our supper. He'd ordered us chicken dinner -- pieces of fried chicken that were surprisingly good, coleslaw and home fries and including two individually wrapped pieces of pecan pie. We ate quietly, Scotty nervously gulping his food down while I ate a little more daintily, trying not to get anything on my new negligee. The pie was delicious, but a little sticky and syrupy and while Scotty had been discretely sneaking glances at my barely covered body all through the meal, he stopped eating and stared openly at me as I slowly sucked my fingers clean of the sugary food while I gave him smoldering smiles. His hands fluttered just above the table, but he seemed to be trying hard not to let his anxieties take hold. Finally, ...
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