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Making the milf list 4

Date: 2/20/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: vtevte, Rating: 96, Source: xHamster

Now!" I did. I wanted to be ornery but I could save that for another time. I released both cuffs at the same time. Mrs. Honeywell was up and off the bed, spraying Glade before I even stood up. "In the bathroom, quick." She whispered. I heard Sammy in the hall. I snatched all my clothing and tossed a robe to Alissa and stepped into the bathroom just as Sammy knocked on the bedroom door. "Mom? You there? I saw the wine glasses. Did you have company?" Mrs. Honeywell stared. I mouthed, 'my mother' to her. She nodded, "Yes, Cici Duncan dropped by. Honey, I am going to take a shower and I'll be right down." "Ok, I'll take one after you are done." He went down the hall, opened his door and closed it. Much as I liked the idea of fucking Mrs. Honeywell in the shower while her son was in the house, I felt it was better to split while I had the chance. I finished dressing. Mrs. Honeywell stood watching me, clutching the robe about her great breasts. I could not help but stare and when she caught me, she smiled. I knew things would be okay. "I better run." I whispered. Alissa nodded. I stood up, clasped her by the arms and kissed her, hard on the lips. Then I left her, sneaking out the back door, out the backyard gate to the alley and down to my mom's car at the park. I drove slowly home, my whole body was alive with post coital shivers. I had fucked Mrs. Honeywell. I fucked her and made her scream and plead for more. God, I was three for three! What more could a guy ask for. I was ... about to find out. Our house was dark when I rolled up in front of it. I always came up quietly, with lights off, car in neutral. I crept out of the car, latching the door softly. I had caught two of my s****rs with their legs in the air that way and it had become a habit. Only Tawny had escaped the all-seeing eye of my little Minolta. The front door was open, which struck me as odd. I opened it, quiet as a mouse and stole inside. The lower floor of the house was dark but the bathroom light by the stairs was on upstairs. Then I heard it. It was unmistakable. A woman's voice crying out in ecstasy. "Oh, oh, oh, oh yessss, I am commmmmmiiiinnnng!" She screamed in a voice that was unrecognizable. I was poleaxed. Who was fucking my mother? Who got there first? I thought of Sammy, arriving home early and wondered what the fuck was happening. Someone was playing the game behind my back? I felt a surge of unaccountable anger flood through me. I suppressed it. Except for Brent, I had fucked everyone else's mother. What right did I have to bitch if they fucked mine? It would just make getting her knickers down that much easier. I crept up the stairs, avoiding the fourth from the top because it squeaked. Keeping in the shadow, I moved down the hall towards my mother's room. There was a light on. Only when I got to the top of the stairs did it occur to me that my mother was not the only fuckable female in the house but finding the light on in mom's room certainly suggested she was the voice ...