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You finish and collapse off of her. She gets to work cleaning, toweling herself off before carefully removing the condom and disposing of it. She gathers her things and gives you one last look before she exits the room. You sit up, wondering if you did something. You thought that you two were enjoying yourselves. Shrugging, you dress as you look at the clock. It's 12 noon. Better do something else... | You finish and collapse off of her. She gets to work cleaning, toweling herself off before carefully removing the condom and disposing of it. She gathers her things and gives you one last look before she exits the room. You sit up, wondering if you did something. You thought that you two were enjoying yourselves. Shrugging, you dress as you look at the clock. It's 12 noon. Better do something else... | ||
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Since you're already boning your mom, you figure that she might not mind if you massage her breasts while you're at it. Your hands continue working her breasts as you grind against her sex. You listen to her breath as it becomes increasingly loud. You figure it's a good sign and slip a hand underneath her towel. You find the area where she tucked the towel in and undo it, letting the towel open up beneath her. You pull the damp towel away, revealing her back to you. Your hands explore her womanly back before moving to her chest again.
Your mother gasps cutely as your hands brushes against her nipples. You pinch them lightly with your thumb and index finger as you grope her mounds. “Oh, Kevin...” Your mom moans.
You can't help but smile to yourself. As you work her, you wonder if she's close to cumming. You quickly decide to try to get her to cum. You continue massaging and grinding. Gradually, your mother's breath and moans become more frequent. That's when your mother starts clamping down on you. Every time you dive in and as you pull out, you feel your mother's vaginal walls clamp down on you. You wonder if it's a fluke, but it happens too frequently for it to be unconscious. You ignore, trying to move your mind to something else as you continue your sawing. The pleasure you feel is incredible. You don't know how it's happening, but it adds another layer of pleasure to your already over stimulated brain.
“Mom!” You grunt as you orgasm. You dive in as deep as you can and cum inside of your mom. You feel your genetic load swelling up inside of the condom. You wanted to make your mom cum, but ended up cumming instead. You feel disappointment in yourself as you drain yourself into the condom. “Sorry,” You gasp in mid-orgasm, “I was trying to get you to cum...”
“I-it's okay.” Your mother answer. You don't know why, but you feel a bit of rejection as you realize that she didn't want to cum with your dick. “You tried honey... and it felt good.” She adds.
You finish and collapse off of her. She gets to work cleaning, toweling herself off before carefully removing the condom and disposing of it. She gathers her things and gives you one last look before she exits the room. You sit up, wondering if you did something. You thought that you two were enjoying yourselves. Shrugging, you dress as you look at the clock. It's 12 noon. Better do something else...
