1. Opedial Conquest


    Date: 9/6/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: Hemingsex, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    looks were stunning. Peter knew his mother was a raven-haired 42 year-old beauty whose figure put many of his co-ed classmates to shame. Initially Peter just viewed his mother’s beauty with a son’s natural pride. This changed six weeks ago. It was the third week of August and the weather was hot. Humidity was surprisingly low but the heat was rising. Little did Peter know how hot it was really going to get, or what else would rise. He had planned to go out with his girlfriend. He walked the half-mile to her house when he saw her getting in the f****y sedan. “Hey babe, where are you?” “My boss called me. The other girl called out and he asked me to come in. Didn’t you get my text?” D’oh! Peter’s cell phone was charging at home. “No. I left my phone home.” “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” she apologized demurely. “I’ll make it up to.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed him, and slipped her tongue quickly into his mouth. At the same time, she brushed her crotch against his. She released her hold, winked, and then opened the car door. “Bye.” The car drove off. Disappointed and now—thanks to her body motions—slightly horny, Peter turned around and sauntered back to his house. Along the way, the sun’s rays made him decide a dip in the pool was in order. He hoped his parents weren’t around so that he could bust a nut first. When he got close to home, he took the customary turn onto the pathway which led downward to the Cape Cod structure. He mused to himself that his house was ...
    literally off the beaten path. After he locked the door and started toward the back of the house for the pool, the college student stopped in his tracks when he heard a low moan. Peter smiled to himself. He summarized his parents were getting it on the private deck which was adjacent to the pool. “Ooohhhh, Alex.” Hearing his father’s name called by his mother caused his smile to get wider. “It’s about time, he spent quality time with Mom,” he concluded to himself. Curiosity—and the still-lingering horniness—caused the young man to tip-toe toward the sunning deck. He got to the window overlooking the deck, figuring to take a quick peek at his folks fucking, wish he was doing that with his girlfriend, then make a hasty retreat to his room to spank his growing monkey. He leaned against the living room wall and stealthfully peered through the glass. “Oh, shit!” was his mind’s first response. Then his jaw dropped. On a sunning lounge was just his mother, Valerie. His buxom and beautiful mom was reclining on the lounger, in a royal blue bikini, eyes closed, and masturbating. “Ohhhhh!” she swooned. “Oh, shit,” he mentally repeated. Valerie had both palms over the flimsy material of the bikini top which did a lousy job in covering her heaving breasts. She rubbed her tits, first on the top of the quivering globes and then underneath them. It was when she cupped them that Peter’s throat felt dry. He could see her hard nipples, poking through the blue fabric like mountain peaks. It always ...
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