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Watching Mom

... so short as to be almost invisible and Paul saw for the first time a woman's cunt - and it was his mothers, and it was beautiful. Her fingers were moving in and out now and he saw the glistening on her hand and knew it wasn't all lotion. His own hand began to work even faster now..... Her breasts moved ever so slightly from side to side with her passion as she moved her fingers deep within herself and pulled them out. She then raised her left hand and touched the fingers to her lips. Her tongue moved along the tips, tasting herself, and her right hand continued to rub her breast - ignoring the nipple and squeezing the entire breast now, hard and firm. She began to buck a little, to tremble. Her eyelids popped open and then closed, drifted back open halfway and she was biting her large lower lip. In a moment she stopped massaging her beautiful breast and reached down by her side. Paul, hypnotized, felt the droplets of precum on his hand and smoothed them on his shaft for lubrication. When his mother's hand came up, it had a large black something in it - shaped somewhat like a cock. She spread her legs wider and Paul felt his breath catch as he saw her take the tip of that thing and move it to her pussy. In a moment it slid in, al- though with some effort, for the tool was very large, and she lay back on the bed, still in view. Her arms worked feverishly now, moving that thing in and out of her slit. Her eyes were smoky and lust-glazed now. Lying on her back and pumping the ...

... black tool in glorious abandon, his mother was twitch- ing now, almost convulsing. She brought her lovely legs up and put her feet on the edge of the bed, knees toward the ceiling. The motion of her arms caused her perfect breasts to jiggle and bounce wildly, and it was on that Paul focused his attention. His balls began to ache and swell as his hands worked faster, watching the heaving breasts with their pebble-hard nipples sway and wobble with passion. Faster now. She moved faster, too. Her back arched. Her mouth opened. Paul felt the pressure in his balls grow and then his asscheeks tightened. His mother began to buck and sway, grinding her hips as she pussy-fucked herself with the dildo. She was coming. Paul's first jet of hot sperm shot out, staining the brick wall of the house. His mom's savage climax sent another load flying into the night, the thick, milky jizz spurting wildly, pulsing. He leaned against the wall for support, knees week, and saw his mother rolling wildly about, finally stopping. His breath sounded to him like a chain-saw. He could see his mom clearly now as she extracted the dripping wet dildo and traced a path with it along her stomach, then her chest to her mouth. She suckled it a moment and then let her arms fall out to the side, chest heaving as she caught her breath. Then, she turned on one side, her perfectly rounded ass toward him, and curled up. Paul staggered back along the wall, somehow missing the air condi- tioner, and saw to his horror that ...