1. Former Playboy Playmates Part 3: Diane and Son


    Date: 5/9/2016, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Female solo, Hardcore, Incest, Interracial, Male/Female, massage, Masturbation, Mature, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Author: tw_holt, Rating: 58.3, Source: sexstories.com

    night he was in her bed. Cassie would always sleep on the other side of the bed, never cuddling much at all. Elliot came home to his mother from work, ate a wonderful meal, and spent the evening with Diane on the couch talking, flirting, watching TV. They would hold each other until they fell asleep. He loved it, but just assumed this was her way, this was how she showed love and affection. Elliot was fine with that. “You going to go to a strip club with me out in Vegas?” Diane asked Elliot the night before their drive to Atlanta the next morning. “I’m not too sure about that!” He replied. “Alright, suit yourself. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I have a few contacts out in that area and maybe we could stop by and see how their clubs are doing. I danced there a few times in my younger years,” Diane said, standing against Elliot in the kitchen, his arms resting at her waist. “Maybe. You’d probably get up on stage and try to embarrass me,” He joked. “I don’t think I’d have to do that to embarrass you,” Diane said, slowly guiding his hands from the small of her back down to her butt and holding them there with a sneaky grin on her face. Elliot was indeed embarrassed, his eyes shooting open, he tried to let go of her pajama covered ass, but his mother was holding his hands tightly there. Finally she let go, “See what I mean?” “Come to bed, we have an early morning start tomorrow,” Diane said, walking down the hallway to her bedroom with a smile on her face. Elliot held ...
    her against him, smelling her hair, running his hand up and down her back. “That feels nice,” Diane said. “Does Cassie ever lay like this with you?” “Nope.” “I’m sorry,” She replied. “Hey maybe, just maybe, if you really play the part of my hot, young boyfriend, I’ll do a nice dance for you. I’d show just how amazing I was.” “No, no, you don’t have to do that,” Elliot said. “Aw come on. Have you ever had a lap dance?” Diane asked, sliding up on top of him in straddling position, slowly gyrating her hips onto his crotch. “No, I haven’t.” “You think I’m too old to give one?” Diane pouted. “No, not at all. I don’t think you’re old!” “Good,” Diane said, slowly pulling her tank top up and off, revealing a large pink bra, while continually to gyrate her hips onto Elliot. “Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?” Elliot asked. “Just playing,” his mother said, tossing her tank top to the floor. She smiled, running her hands up under Elliot’s t-shirt. Slowly grinding on him, never looking away from his eyes, Diane continued. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her waist to hold her in place. Elliot’s eyes shot open. He was hard as a rock. His cock was pointed up toward his stomach and throbbing with the warm weight of this woman’s gorgeous body on it. His mother surely knew. He thought her heard a slight sigh, a moan, come from her mouth – the only sound either of them made in this quiet intimate moment on the bed. Diane stopped moving her hips a few minutes later, bending down to slowly ...
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