I thrusted harder…faster, my hands on her hips forcing her pussy down on me..then up again. . Indian hot sex …down harder. I remember thinking this too was strange. My friends often remarked about how “hot” she was. “Oooooh. . …ooh Mom”, was all I could reply, She drew herself up on the bed, laid beside me, hand still stroking my cock. I would have my revenge, teach her a lesson, teach her that she cannot fool around behind my back. . . . . . . . . . . . …to be continued in the next chapter Read 104568 times |
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“Oooooh. . …ooh Mom”, was all I could reply, She drew herself up on the bed, laid beside me, hand still stroking my cock. I fell backwards, was now lying on my bed, my cock standing straight up, Moms’s hand still wrapped around the shaft. We bucked together for a moment. . …then she fell on top of me. . …”Ohh baby…that was wonderful…you really are a man now”, she whispered. Not that I had not noticed that for myself. “Oooooh. . …ooh Mom”, was all I could reply, She drew herself up on the bed, laid beside me, hand still stroking my cock.
