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BOFFING MOM
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(By Eros)
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It was late afternoon. Mom was on the back porch with a
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romance novel in front of her face. It wasn't clear whether she
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was actually reading it or just day-dreaming behind it. In
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either case, I was feeling extremely horny and my gorgeous
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mother was looking decidedly fuckable. I didn't see any reason
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to hang back from acting on impulse. So I came up to her chair
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and cupped her underneath her big, firm breasts. As I massaged
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those fine, full titties in both hands, I asked her where Daddy
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was.
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"Mmmmmmmm, who knows? Working late again, probably," Mom
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replied pressing my hands over her tits with her own.
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"Great!"
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I bent down and kissed her hard on the lips. My tongue
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slithered into her warm, wet mouth, which tasted vaguely of
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sweet wine. She kissed me back with a passion that wasn't
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entirely unexpected.
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"Think we have time for a quick one, Mom?", I asked tweaking
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her erect nipples between thumb and forefinger.
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"Hell, I sure hope so," grinned Mom. "You've got me hot now,
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honey. You better finish what you started.
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Don't be shocked. I'm not the only son screwing his sexy mom
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these days. Where the hell do you think they got the term
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"mother-fucker" from, anyway? Almost a year has passed since
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that delightful afternoon when I discovered that a middle-aged
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woman has the experience and the desire to show a young man
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around the bed in ways that a younger girl could never dream of.
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The fact that the middle-aged woman in question was my own
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mother certainly didn't bother me if it didn't bother her.
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We stripped each other quickly and passionately, dropping
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our clothes where we stood on the back porch. I wanted to move
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inside, into the bedroom like we always did, but Mom was so hot
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that she squatted in front of me right there and grabbed my
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asscheeks with both hands, pulling my cock toward her open mouth.
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As always, I whimpered a little as her talented lips
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enclosed themselves about the swollen head of my prick. How
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could a woman be so good at what she did? I know, I know. My
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mother always says that the answer to that question is practice,
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practice. practice,but I sincerely believe that most of my
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giggling teenage girlfriends could practice for a million years
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without getting as good at sucking cocks as my Mom is.
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Every time I'm with my mother, I thank my lucky stars that
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I'm the right age to enjoy her as a young man. Her mouth action
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is so good that you can't help but shoot between her lips,
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flooding her taste buds with your ripe spunk. And Mom is the
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kind of girl who would insist on drinking your jizz even if you
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were trying to avoid squirting in her mouth. So it never did any
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good for me to tell her that I wanted to save it for her pussy.
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Fortunately, my youthful body still has enough rebound to get
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hard again within minutes of enjoying one of Mom's monster
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suck-offs.
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It wasn't long before I was filling Mom's mouth with my
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first load of jizz. Being the first, it was almost too much for
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her to handle. But, as always, she managed... gulping and
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swallowing madly as my thick, creamy sperm squirted down her
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pretty throat.
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Her mouth was still working up and down when I gently took
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her by the hand and pushed her back into the house. I squeezed
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her firm, naked little ass and ran my fingers up between her
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legs from behind, giving her juicy, wet pussy a little feel up
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as we headed for the bedroom. I could feel my cock returning to
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its former hardness with every step I took. By the time that we
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reached the bedroom that my mother shared with my father, I was
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ridiculously hard again, so hard that you'd think it was a
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wonder my nuts didn't explode in her face.
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"Fuck me, Mom," I begged as I spread myself across the
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mattress. "Sit on my cock, and ride me!"
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"You got it, son," said Mom, straddling my thighs.
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She lowered herself down on top of me real, real slow. The
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sexy bitch! I should have known. Mom always has that tiny bit of
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self control that she brings into play at just the right moment.
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It seemed to take forever for her soft, warm pussy to completely
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envelop my pulsating prick. The sensations of being engulfed,
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swallowed, and totally devoured were so obscenely delicious, I
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was groaning long before she'd stuffed half of me inside her
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hot, hairy twat.
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"Ride me," I encouraged her. "Ride me hard."
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Trust me, she did. Harder than any cowgirl. Rougher than any
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rodeo star. My cock was a wild bronco that lived to be broken by
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her insatiable animal needs. The more I thrust into her, the
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more Mom humped back. Then, when she came in shrieks and throbs,
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I came too, my jerking, twitching cock shooting jet after
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scalding jet of thick creamy cum deep up inside my mother's
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heaving belly.
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We spent the rest of the afternoon fucking and sucking and
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resting... then fucking and sucking some more, until we were
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both totally exhausted.
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Some people say that fucking your Mom is wrong. Those people
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obviously don't have a mom as sexy and as horny as mine!
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The End.
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