![]() TINGLING SEXUAL FEELING IN THE MIDDLE OF MY FOREHEAD FULLNicole leaned forward, parting her full lips just enough to engulf his cockhead. “I've got to get a load off or I'm gonna bust!” he declared. Watching her son's reaction, she sucked at the digit like a miniature cock.īrandon was going nuts. Her green eyes glistened with excitement as she dabbed with one manicured finger at the drop of pre-cum bubbling from the slit, then placed that finger in her mouth. “.and on my knees.” So saying she sank into a crouch between her son's widespread knees, transfixed by his hard cock. “Yeah.” Brandon sat up and swung his legs down to sit on the end of the bed. Nicole giggled and kicked off the slippers, her red, freshly-painted toenails in stark contrast to the pastel blue of the plush carpet. Wearing only her slippers she stood with legs parted and hips thrust forward, making a show of her freshly-shaven pussy for her son.įor half a moment Brandon was speechless. “Such language for your Mother's ears!” Nicole undid the bow that held her nightie closed and let the garment slide from her shoulders and into a soft heap on the floor. ![]() Nicole was simply the hottest, horniest, freakiest fuck a y**** man could pray for, and she was his Mom. The solid ten-inch erection that reared up between his legs was silent testimony to how little he cared for any signs of his mother's aging. “Damn it, that's not fair!” Brandon cursed. She was delicately built, with a slender bone structure, yet her breasts were large and round and still firm with only the beginning traces of a little sag. She had to admit that her most striking feature, her tits, were mostly a gift of heredity. Long hours at the gym had paid off in more than one way. Her slim thighs betrayed not a trace of middle-aged jiggle. Thanks to years of dedicated exercise she was fully aware that her lush, peach-shaped ass was still as high and round as a girl's. “Patience is a virtue,” she teased, turning slowly so as to make sure that Brandon got a long look from every angle. A ravishing, ivory-skinned redhead, at thirty-eight years of age Nicole Andrews, nee Crane, still had what it took to harden any man's cock – especially her nineteen-year-old son's. His mother stood at the foot of the bed, clad in pink slippers and a short transparent nightgown that only accentuated the lush curves of her body. Brandon Crane sprawled on the bed in the master suite of the Aruban resort hotel, anything but relaxed. ![]()
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