1. Pulling the Train With Mom - which follows Cr


    Date: 9/9/2015, Categories: Mature, Taboo, Author: smallfurrycreature, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    moment’s hesitation but mom must have weighed the alternatives and the benefits and she leaned against the dining room table panty-clad ass in the air and received some cooling lube. “Now sonny is going to put his hard dick in your ass. And you’re going to say thank you.” In that strange walk only two men attached by a cock can do, we waddled over to mom. I placed myself behind her. “Go forward young man” he said insultingly. He was probably only a few years older than me. But I moved forward until my cockhead was plunged into the cool gel and then the warm arsehole. My mother moaned. I was surprised and delighted. I should have been humiliated but that would have to wait. She said “thank you.” We were now a fatcock-sonnyboy-mommy train and mom was the engine and soon she was moaning more loudly than I heard in any of our masturbation and sucking evenings. And as she moaned, my softened cock became hard and as I became hard fatcock got harder and we were soon thrusting and moaning in a syncopated rhythm that only three people fucking can create. We moved faster then slower and then even faster until fatcock became even thicker, filling my asshole more until there was a minor tsunami in my rectum. And it ...
    was at the same time as my mom’s moans had turned to orgasmic screams. And then I came in her. The first dribbles I felt went down my dark stockings as fatcock pulled out. He had made a real mess of my stockings. Then I was f***ed out of my mom’s ass by a contraction and my cum splashed on her ass and stockings. Mom turned slowly and kissed me affectionately whispering “I’m glad it was you.” Fatcock was already helping himself to the last of the Prosecco. “You two are wonderful together. I don’t have to tell you that. And you look so sexy I may have to want to fuck you again. He then opened the camera, withdrew the SD card and threw it on the dining table. “Just so there’s no hard-feelings.” He pulled on his pants and threw his shirt over his shoulder and went upstairs. In a minute we heard the front door close. Mom and I cuddled on the couch, the smell of cum permeating our undergarments. “We mustn’t let this happen again,” I said. “Are you sure? You enjoyed being fucked. I saw it in your eyes.” And I enjoyed you fucking my ass. You’ll never get my pussy, you understand so this was a good initiation for both of us. For you, maybe our new friend should be invited over once in a while? What do you think?”
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