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Hearing the soft thump of feet walking by, John woke. Peeping through eyelashes he saw Marge. The firm moons of his mother’s ass moved up and down enticingly as she walked. He could tell she was freshly showered as she unwrapped her toweled head and bent over. With her hair flipped forward, she shook her head side to side, spacing her feet wide for balance, the long slit of her cunt fully exposed. The hair-fringed outer lips ran to a thatch of dark hair. Her exposed clitoris looked like a miniature, fat headed cock in a deep, red gash. Her inner lips poked out of it like thick rose petals. Partially hidden by thin silky hair, a brown, perfectly şişli escort bayan round asshole glimpsed into view. John didn’t know why, yet he was driven to taste her. She made her way over to her favorite seat again. John began to crawl toward her. Cupping her breasts in her hands, she took a deep breath which pushed them higher and further out. “You like these?” she said, then bent her head forward to suckle and kiss the strawberry colored nipples which had grown to the size of a middle fingertip, centered in silver dollar sized aureole. Noisily sucking her own tits, Marge slid forward, legs spread wide, knees mecidiyeköy escort bayan now pulled up and back almost to her shoulders, exposing her long slitted cunt. In seconds John was there diving between her thighs. He placed his hands beneath her silky ass cheeks, lifted her ass up, and pressed her now drooling cunt against his lips. It covered his open mouth while he forced his tongue deep inside the musky folds of her cunt. “Darling, darling, my darling son!” as she placed her hands behind his head and snuggled him between her warm thighs. He continued mouthing her cunt, driving his tongue deep into escort şişli her and sucking out her flowing juices, licking the hairy mound downward then forcing the tip of his tongue deep into the tight ring of her asshole. Sliding up, he moved in on her clitoris and started flicking his tongue on it. She started hunching and grinding her dripping cunt into his face. A moan started deep in her throat until a scream tore from her as she came. Her cunt flooded, gushing into his mouth with an overflow oozing down his chin. “No more, please. Please don’t make Mommie come again!” Marge was gasping. John couldn’t stop. The taste was too delicious. Marge weakly pounded John, twisting and scooting back trying to escape. “I can’t stop cumming! Please darling, I can’t stand it!” He forced himself to pull away from his mother’s convulsing cunt. She lay back, slightly twisting and jerking, as her orgasm diminished. “Oh my God, son.
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