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Making the milf list 3

Date: 8/12/2015, Categories: Anal, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: vtevte, Rating: 91, Source: xHamster

else. Then she would tell about Kyla Clark and my cock and Mom would have to sit me down for 'a talk'. I had some of it right but not all. That Friday my s****rs all went out early before I got home. I arrived to find Mom alone in the gloom of early evening, sitting at the kitchen table drinking a glass of wine. I opened the fridge and got out a beer. I closed the door before I noticed her. "Holy shit, mom, I almost dropped my beer. What are you doing in the dark?" "Drinking wine." She said, her voice was slurred. "Put the beer back and help me finish this bottle." I did. I sat down at the table and noticed her attire for the first time. She was dressed for bed. It was a sexy outfit in blue with gold highlights which accented her pale white skin and coal black hair. I felt my pulse quicken, thinking perhaps my patience had paid off. I poured wine in my glass and sipped some. "So? What's up, mom? Why are you sitting her drinking by yourself in the dark?" Mother sipped from the wine glass and set it down. It clinked on the table top, rattling a bit for her hand was unsteady. "I need to talk to you?" Here it comes, I thought. "Where are the girls?" "Out, all gone for the weekend. Aren't you going to ask me what I want to talk to you about?" I stared into my wine, searching for a reply. Though I anticipated this confrontation, I did not have a script to work from. All I wanted was for the subject to come up and it was about to. Despite that, I struggled for words, mostly because ... I could not know what she knew or suspected and I did not want to spill the beans before it was time. "No, mother. I presume you will tell me when you are ready. I think you have had a lot of wine." "Second bottle. But did not drink the first by myself." She slurred. "Want to guess who helped me?" I didn't want to guess so I sipped and stared, avoiding her steady, though bleary gaze. "Laura Wills. Mrs. Wills came to see me. But no, that is not right. I called her and she came right over. Brought wine. Made me drink some, a lot. Do you know why?" I shook my head. "I'll tell you why." My mother was a woman who became positively voluble once she had enough wine, but curiously, she always made sense. You just had to listen closely because she slurred her words badly soon after the wine was opened but she did not get bleary d***k till long afterwards. Her lips lost their skill but her mind remained sharp. Her k**s had learned that early, mom could not be taken advantage of just because she sounded d***k. She had to be d***k and that was notoriously difficult to determine before it was too late. Mom found her voice. "I'll tell you why." Repeating herself was one possible positive sign that she was around the bend from being able to remember what happened. I sort of hated that because I could not see myself fucking her while she was d***k and helpless, unless she asked. Still and again, I waited. "Laura says you kissed her." Mother stopped to pour more wine, emptying the bottle and ...