Just as he was ready to dive in, she stopped him:
“Wait, honey, there is something I want to show you first!” He looked up just in time to see his mother scooting down the hallway, her skin-tight black leisure dress flexing around the muscles in her bum as she ran, her hair – tied into a messy bun atop her head – bounced gingerly from side to side. Her gentle touch comforted him, reassured him, told him that something special was coming. Anal sex Her convulsions fading, his mother released her grip. Her lavender and citrus scent now mixed with the intoxicating, sweet smell of her sex. Her arms and shoulders were flexed once more, this time as leverage for the eager movements of her loins, gripping the back of the lounger tightly. “It’s your sister…”
His heart sank, he was hoping for pre-work sex. She put him in sensory overload, her sensuously-prickly warmth on his tip, combined with her soft, firm breasts on his chest, were simply too much. Nothing but pink wrapping paper. He pulled one sheet away, then another, and another, until finally, he found it. He wanted
