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Opedial Conquest

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

he gets when watches the game. Now, speaking of heat—I’m in heat.” Peter blinked when he heard this from his mother. “Oh, Val. Please” his father said. “Well…why not now?” she repeated. “BECAUSE, I am exhausted. Do you know what time I came home tonight?” “Oh sure. How long were you at O’Leary’s with the boys before your hunger pains got the better of you?” Zing! thought Peter. Nice comeback, Mom. “Fuck you!” his father barked. “Fuck you, too!” The son’s head jumped back when he heard the mutual cursing. Then he heard the bed squeak a little, soon followed by the bathroom door opening and closing loudly. He knew his mother left the bedroom for the bathroom. Peter returned to the couch and the game. He was watching the action but he wasn’t concentrating. He felt bad for his mom. The image of her on the lounger returned. He now felt anger and amazement at his father. He made an effort to get back into the game. After almost 15 minutes, it dawned on Peter that he didn’t hear the bathroom door open again signifying that his mother finished her shower. Putting on her make-up? She took a year and a day. Showering? She was done in no more than five minutes. He wondered what was going on. He returned to the bottom of the stairs and listened. The only thing he could hear clearly was the sound of his father snoring, which was similar to a tracker-trailer downshifting on the highway. Peter crept up the stairs. He could now hear the shower. He padded to the bathroom door, putting his ... ear to the door. A low sounding “Ohhh” could be distinguished from within the running water. Peter knew his mom was masturbating in the shower. Once again, the scalding-hot image of her on the lounger doing the same thing returned to his mind. He tried to block the image but another moan from within the bathroom kept the porno memory going. He swallowed hard. His brain was Photoshopping her beautiful body, now without the bikini remnants and completely naked, in the shower doing the same self-pleasuring. His penis was becoming engorged. He closed his eyes and gently rested his head against the door, (1) to steady himself, and (2) to hear more maternal masturbatory audio. He got more. “Aaahhhh!” His prick was three-quarters completely hard. The son remained leaning against the door for a few more seconds. He wasn’t sure what to do. His thinking was scrambled. The inside of his head felt like the spin cycle on a washing machine. He made a decision. He opened his eyes, lifted his head and moved away from the door. Peter gently turned the bathroom door and entered. He was nude. He looked at the shower. Through the closed, frosted door and descending water he saw the curvy shape of his mother. One knee was bent to the side and a hand was between her thighs. The other arm was also bent, with that hand rubbing a breast. “Uuugghhhhh!” she groaned. The young dick, now at full mast, twitched at the orgasmic sound. He moved forward, reaching for the shower door. He smoothly opened the ...