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The fantasy date on the mag was a year and a half after I was born. Money was tight, and mom must have posed to help out. On the one sex hand I was proud of her, it took guts to spread your pussy for the world to see rape video clip. On the other incest story hand let's be honest, seeing your mom with her pussy spread and a big ol smile on her face has got to cast her in a new rapes sluttier light. I felt myself getting hard as I looked at page after page of my mom's spread pussy, and heavy tits. But it was rapes that plump round ass that got to me. I stayed in the attic for 3 hours that day.
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John stopped me video clip.
" No mom, don't hide them. Let me see. Oh my god look at those nipples, look at them. I gotta have a taste." John quickly bent to my chest and began slurping on my right tit for several seconds. His hands were rolling my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and he lightly squeezed it. The whole thing lasted around 20 seconds. The smell of my pussy filled the air. It was embarassing.
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" John...(groan) you, you have to stop. Please."
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John gave me a few last baby sucks, and took a deep breath with his face buried between my breasts and slowly pulled away.
" I did it mom, see I CAN control myself. Mom can I just do one more thing? It will only take a couple of seconds. Then I promise I'll stop." |
I never got a chance to respond. He opened the final 2 buttons on my top and began licking my stomach. He then started nibbling on the nubbin of my outie belly button. His hands darted inside my bottoms and he quickly scooped several fingers worth of my sticky cum and fed it to himself. Apparently I was finger licking good, cuz my son had a happy smile on his face as he licked his fingers clean. I still had not had a good cum, but he stopped what he was doing and sat up in bed next to me. He then pulled me into his lap. My top was completely unbuttoned but at least he was not looking directly at me. I could feel John's hard on pressing into me. It felt good. His arms wrapped around me and he firmly cupped my breasts. He did not rub them or play with my nipples. He was just holding them, almost in a friendly manner. It was clear that he was allowing me to make the next move. I didn't. I just stayed there in my son's arms, with his hands on my tits, and his dick pressing hard into my pajama clad ass and ate my breakfast.