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Mother forced sex with son

Mother forced sex with son

After I had changed into my favorite pair of blue jeans and a comfy black t-shirt, I opened the plantation shutters and paused momentarily to admire the clear blue sky. Just as the local weatherman predicted, this Wednesday in early October was shaping up to be a perfect fall day. A few moments later I happened to glance down at my iPhone as I was brushing my teeth and noticed that it was already 9: Even though I was off work that day I still had a schedule to follow so I quickly rinsed my mouth out and made my way to the garage, stopping only to grab my black leather jacket from the hall closet.

As I slung my right leg over the soft leather seat and pressed the ignition switch, I listened with pleasure as my baby roared to life. Moments later I was heading down the highway with the wind blowing through my wavy black hair.

Other than sex, there is nothing else I enjoy more than riding my motorcycle. Advertisements After getting caught in a bit of expressway traffic, I was finally able to relax as I crossed the border from Ohio into Kentucky and turned onto one of my favorite two-lane roads.

This particular road is very scenic and follows the windy path of the Ohio River as it snakes many miles south into the hills of southwest Kentucky. She had been asking me to stop by and look at her laptop computer for nearly two weeks but today was the first opportunity I had to do so due to a rather chaotic work schedule. Although I could have kept riding for hours, as soon as I reached a certain point I knew that it was time to turn around. I was able to avoid any traffic on the ride back and wound up pulling into their driveway a little sooner than promised.

To provide a bit of a visual, their home is a fairly large traditional brick nestled among a densely forested four acre lot. As you turn off of the old county highway and into their property the first thing you notice is a long, tree-lined drive.

Their driveway is approximately yards long and snakes its way from the street to the rear of their home at a detached three-car garage. After parking my bike in the driveway behind the house, I proceeded to climb the tall wooden staircase leading to an enormous two-tiered deck. Just as I reached the top of the staircase the rustic aluminum storm door squeaked opened and Mom appeared.

The thing I like most about her butt however is the fact that there is a large gap between her legs when she walks or bends over. As I took a seat on the large leather sofa, Mom walked into the kitchen and asked if she could get me anything to eat or drink. I was just teasing. Without saying a word, I got up and went into the kitchen. Taking a seat next to her on the couch, I handed Mom the wine glass and then held out my mug so we could make a toast.

Although I knew exactly where my father was I asked the question anyway. Afterwards they always went out for cocktails and dinner. As I entered the password I instinctively looked at my watch and saw that it was almost 2: Mom watched closely as I scrolled to the bottom of the page where the web-link was located. When the website appeared Mom reached over and squeezed my upper arm in appreciation.

You need to lighten up and quit being so touchy. As Mom moved closer to the entry way, I leaned forward in an effort to continue ogling her, but as she started to open the large wooden door my eyes were drawn up from her butt to try and get a glimpse of the person at the door.

From my vantage point all I could see was what appeared to be a delivery man dressed in a brown shirt and matching shorts. I had only taken a step or two before I saw Mom walking towards me. It was at that exact moment when I saw what appeared to be a large caliber pistol being aimed in my direction. Not wanting to provoke him, I did as I was told and sat down. I want your money. On this particular day though I had inadvertently left my Glock pistol in the saddlebag of my Harley!

Get your ass up and get it for me! Although I could tell she was slightly shaken, nevertheless she seemed to remain very cool and did exactly as she was told. From what I could see, Mom had even less money in her purse than I had in my wallet. Are you fucking kidding me lady? Will you please just leave! Get out of here! Mom squealed as the punch knocked me down onto the couch.

Mom instinctively helped me to sit back up and, being the mother that she is, she looked me over closely to see if there was any damage. Why did you pick my house? Even though he acted a bit rough around the edges, I had a hard time believing that this guy was a common thief.

Just get your ass up and start walking. We stopped briefly in the kitchen and as soon as he was satisfied that there was nothing there of any value we walked into the large entry-way located at the front of the house. As soon as we were in the entry, the man instructed Mom to open the coat closet. When he was satisfied that there were no purses or anything hidden in the closet, with his free hand the man pointed toward the large wooden staircase that led to the second floor.

The faster you move, the quicker this ordeal will be over. Our first stop was my old bedroom located at the far end of the hall. In addition to the bed not being made, I saw one of his prescription bottles and a pair of reading glasses sitting on the nightstand. This made me question whether mom and dad still slept together.

The last place he looked was the nightstands. It was painfully obvious that she was uncomfortable with what the man was about to find. Her plea was met by deaf ears. My initial thought that he was going to rape her was clearly wrong. I want you to show us how you fuck yourself with this big ass dildo. He met me with a hard blow from the pistol to the side of my head, knocking me to the floor. As I lay there writhing in pain, Mom dropped to her knees beside me.

His eyes seemed to light up as if he had discovered some type of secret. But the second you answered the door you forced my hand. Please just leave us alone! Mom clutched my forearm firmly. Judging from the tight grip she had on me I started to think that she might have a panic attack or something.

Starting with her shoes and working her way up, Mom undressed hurriedly until the only thing left was a pair of baby blue bikini style panties and a matching bra. Instinctively she crossed her arms in front of her chest, trying to shield her body from this stranger. This only seemed to piss the man off even more. Kiss him…on the lips. I want you to turn around and kiss him on the lips.

I want to see a long, slow kiss. She stared at me for the longest time before finally removing it. Using the same finger Mom lovingly brushed some stray hairs away from my face. I did as she asked and as soon as my eyes were closed Mom moved a step closer so that our near naked bodies were close enough that I could feel the warmth from her body. With her hand still on the side of my face I smelled her sweet breath as she opened her lips and kissed me.

Although our open-mouthed kiss only lasted a few seconds, it felt as though it had lasted an eternity. Quite honestly I think I might have been in a state of shock as our lips parted and I opened my eyes. Even though we were forced to do so, I got the weird feeling that kissing me had somehow aroused Mom because in all the years I had known her I had never seen that look on her face.

I closed my eyes as her lips slowly kissed a path across my cheek until they were once again pressed against my mouth. As she held the sides of my face with her delicate hands, Mom pressed her lips firmly against mine and kissed me passionately. My heart pounding with excitement, I parted my lips and groaned softly as I felt her tongue enter my mouth. By this point I was feeling a mixture of emotions. On one hand I was extremely pissed off that this sick son of a bitch was standing there demanding to watch Mom and I kiss, but on the other hand I was becoming more and more turned on.

After all, I was finally kissing the woman I had been lusting after for more than two decades! As we stood there kissing I felt her breasts pressing against my chest. Even though she was wearing a bra, to my surprise I could tell that her nipples were now hard and erect. As her legs rubbed against my thighs gently I felt myself start to get hard.

The longer Mom and I kissed the more I forgot that we were being forced to do so. For the next minute or two we continued our passionate kiss until I heard the distinctive sound of a camera snapping a picture. My cock was rock hard and standing at full attention. As I attempted to cover my raging hard-on by placing my hands over the front of my boxer briefs, I was embarrassed beyond belief knowing that both of them were now looking at my crotch.

The look on her face seemed to confirm that she had indeed felt my cock pressing against her belly just a few seconds ago and in some way I felt as though she was proud of what she saw. I said get on your knees!

This is definitely going to be good! However when I did finally glance down I saw that she was looking at the ground in shame. It was painfully obvious that Mom was trying to delay the inevitable as long as she could. He simply scoffed at her proposal and demanded that she remove my underwear and suck my cock.

As Mom nervously reached for the elastic waistband of my black boxer briefs, I took her hands in mine and stared into her eyes. Too uncomfortable to watch, I closed my eyes as Mom removed my cotton shorts and my cock sprang forth in front of her face.

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Mother forced sex with son

After I had changed into my favorite pair of blue jeans and a comfy black t-shirt, I opened the plantation shutters and paused momentarily to admire the clear blue sky.

Just as the local weatherman predicted, this Wednesday in early October was shaping up to be a perfect fall day.

A few moments later I happened to glance down at my iPhone as I was brushing my teeth and noticed that it was already 9: Even though I was off work that day I still had a schedule to follow so I quickly rinsed my mouth out and made my way to the garage, stopping only to grab my black leather jacket from the hall closet.

As I slung my right leg over the soft leather seat and pressed the ignition switch, I listened with pleasure as my baby roared to life. Moments later I was heading down the highway with the wind blowing through my wavy black hair. Other than sex, there is nothing else I enjoy more than riding my motorcycle. Advertisements After getting caught in a bit of expressway traffic, I was finally able to relax as I crossed the border from Ohio into Kentucky and turned onto one of my favorite two-lane roads.

This particular road is very scenic and follows the windy path of the Ohio River as it snakes many miles south into the hills of southwest Kentucky. She had been asking me to stop by and look at her laptop computer for nearly two weeks but today was the first opportunity I had to do so due to a rather chaotic work schedule. Although I could have kept riding for hours, as soon as I reached a certain point I knew that it was time to turn around.

I was able to avoid any traffic on the ride back and wound up pulling into their driveway a little sooner than promised. To provide a bit of a visual, their home is a fairly large traditional brick nestled among a densely forested four acre lot. As you turn off of the old county highway and into their property the first thing you notice is a long, tree-lined drive. Their driveway is approximately yards long and snakes its way from the street to the rear of their home at a detached three-car garage.

After parking my bike in the driveway behind the house, I proceeded to climb the tall wooden staircase leading to an enormous two-tiered deck. Just as I reached the top of the staircase the rustic aluminum storm door squeaked opened and Mom appeared. The thing I like most about her butt however is the fact that there is a large gap between her legs when she walks or bends over.

As I took a seat on the large leather sofa, Mom walked into the kitchen and asked if she could get me anything to eat or drink. I was just teasing. Without saying a word, I got up and went into the kitchen.

Taking a seat next to her on the couch, I handed Mom the wine glass and then held out my mug so we could make a toast. Although I knew exactly where my father was I asked the question anyway.

Afterwards they always went out for cocktails and dinner. As I entered the password I instinctively looked at my watch and saw that it was almost 2: Mom watched closely as I scrolled to the bottom of the page where the web-link was located. When the website appeared Mom reached over and squeezed my upper arm in appreciation. You need to lighten up and quit being so touchy. As Mom moved closer to the entry way, I leaned forward in an effort to continue ogling her, but as she started to open the large wooden door my eyes were drawn up from her butt to try and get a glimpse of the person at the door.

From my vantage point all I could see was what appeared to be a delivery man dressed in a brown shirt and matching shorts. I had only taken a step or two before I saw Mom walking towards me. It was at that exact moment when I saw what appeared to be a large caliber pistol being aimed in my direction.

Not wanting to provoke him, I did as I was told and sat down. I want your money. On this particular day though I had inadvertently left my Glock pistol in the saddlebag of my Harley! Get your ass up and get it for me! Although I could tell she was slightly shaken, nevertheless she seemed to remain very cool and did exactly as she was told. From what I could see, Mom had even less money in her purse than I had in my wallet.

Are you fucking kidding me lady? Will you please just leave! Get out of here! Mom squealed as the punch knocked me down onto the couch. Mom instinctively helped me to sit back up and, being the mother that she is, she looked me over closely to see if there was any damage.

Why did you pick my house? Even though he acted a bit rough around the edges, I had a hard time believing that this guy was a common thief. Just get your ass up and start walking. We stopped briefly in the kitchen and as soon as he was satisfied that there was nothing there of any value we walked into the large entry-way located at the front of the house.

As soon as we were in the entry, the man instructed Mom to open the coat closet. When he was satisfied that there were no purses or anything hidden in the closet, with his free hand the man pointed toward the large wooden staircase that led to the second floor. The faster you move, the quicker this ordeal will be over. Our first stop was my old bedroom located at the far end of the hall.

In addition to the bed not being made, I saw one of his prescription bottles and a pair of reading glasses sitting on the nightstand. This made me question whether mom and dad still slept together. The last place he looked was the nightstands. It was painfully obvious that she was uncomfortable with what the man was about to find.

Her plea was met by deaf ears. My initial thought that he was going to rape her was clearly wrong. I want you to show us how you fuck yourself with this big ass dildo. He met me with a hard blow from the pistol to the side of my head, knocking me to the floor. As I lay there writhing in pain, Mom dropped to her knees beside me. His eyes seemed to light up as if he had discovered some type of secret. But the second you answered the door you forced my hand.

Please just leave us alone! Mom clutched my forearm firmly. Judging from the tight grip she had on me I started to think that she might have a panic attack or something. Starting with her shoes and working her way up, Mom undressed hurriedly until the only thing left was a pair of baby blue bikini style panties and a matching bra. Instinctively she crossed her arms in front of her chest, trying to shield her body from this stranger.

This only seemed to piss the man off even more. Kiss him…on the lips. I want you to turn around and kiss him on the lips. I want to see a long, slow kiss. She stared at me for the longest time before finally removing it. Using the same finger Mom lovingly brushed some stray hairs away from my face. I did as she asked and as soon as my eyes were closed Mom moved a step closer so that our near naked bodies were close enough that I could feel the warmth from her body.

With her hand still on the side of my face I smelled her sweet breath as she opened her lips and kissed me. Although our open-mouthed kiss only lasted a few seconds, it felt as though it had lasted an eternity. Quite honestly I think I might have been in a state of shock as our lips parted and I opened my eyes. Even though we were forced to do so, I got the weird feeling that kissing me had somehow aroused Mom because in all the years I had known her I had never seen that look on her face.

I closed my eyes as her lips slowly kissed a path across my cheek until they were once again pressed against my mouth. As she held the sides of my face with her delicate hands, Mom pressed her lips firmly against mine and kissed me passionately. My heart pounding with excitement, I parted my lips and groaned softly as I felt her tongue enter my mouth. By this point I was feeling a mixture of emotions. On one hand I was extremely pissed off that this sick son of a bitch was standing there demanding to watch Mom and I kiss, but on the other hand I was becoming more and more turned on.

After all, I was finally kissing the woman I had been lusting after for more than two decades! As we stood there kissing I felt her breasts pressing against my chest. Even though she was wearing a bra, to my surprise I could tell that her nipples were now hard and erect.

As her legs rubbed against my thighs gently I felt myself start to get hard. The longer Mom and I kissed the more I forgot that we were being forced to do so. For the next minute or two we continued our passionate kiss until I heard the distinctive sound of a camera snapping a picture. My cock was rock hard and standing at full attention.

As I attempted to cover my raging hard-on by placing my hands over the front of my boxer briefs, I was embarrassed beyond belief knowing that both of them were now looking at my crotch. The look on her face seemed to confirm that she had indeed felt my cock pressing against her belly just a few seconds ago and in some way I felt as though she was proud of what she saw. I said get on your knees! This is definitely going to be good! However when I did finally glance down I saw that she was looking at the ground in shame.

It was painfully obvious that Mom was trying to delay the inevitable as long as she could. He simply scoffed at her proposal and demanded that she remove my underwear and suck my cock. As Mom nervously reached for the elastic waistband of my black boxer briefs, I took her hands in mine and stared into her eyes. Too uncomfortable to watch, I closed my eyes as Mom removed my cotton shorts and my cock sprang forth in front of her face.

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  1. She looked so incredibly sexy. I groaned feeling the heat of her pussy pressing against my groin.

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