The 'Hot Mom' and the Foot Rub
Date: 5/20/2016,
Categories:
Hardcore
Mature
Taboo
Author: tonyc1980, Source: xHamster
... another touch with the rubbing: I blew gently onto her toes. When I heard her groan, I knew I was doing it right. Feeling bold, I pulled up her sweats and rubbed her ankles and calves. "Oh my God, you're incredible," she said after a while. "Her eyes were closed and her back looked a bit arched on the bed. "I should keep you here permanently." "Hey," I said, "Can you put on something else so these sweats don't bunch up on your legs? I can't work properly like this!" We both laughed. But I wasn't laughing when she simply removed her sweats and pulled a blanket up to cover her underwear. Instead, I was trying not to faint. Here was this hot older women practically naked, giving me the run of her body. Her long, smooth legs were taut at first, but she loosened up as I gently caressed her skin, then pushed into her muscles. I worked my way up her legs, taking my time. She had turned on some music and had closed her eyes. Every so often, she'd compliment my "work" then go into an animated tirade about her job. So animated, in fact, that the movement of her body pushed away the blanket at her crotch. She was wearing no underwear, I discovered. My hands were on her knees at this point, and I had a direct, open view of her dark, matted public hair and pinkish, delicious-looking labia. I couldn't help but freeze. "Oh my God, I'm flashing you," she said. "You must be horrified. I'm so sorry." She quickly pulled the blanket ...
... toward her, covering herself. "No, it's fine," I said. "I want you to be relaxed, don't even think about that." I went back to massaging. A few minutes went by. "So you aren't grossed-out seeing an old woman's private parts?" she asked. She was 44 at the time. "Not even close," I said. "I thought it was really beautiful." She laughed. I went back to her legs. As she lifted her knees to allow me to work her calves better, I slowly pulled the blanket away, thinking she'd pull it immediately back. She didn't. As I moved up her legs with my hands, I gently ran my fingers over her pubic hair, which seemed sweaty. She groaned. I went back to rubbing her thighs, but kept my eyes fixated on her crotch which, frankly, was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Then I decided to rub in gentle circles around her pubic area. "No, no," she protested. "Please?" I pleaded. "I really want to do this. Please? This would mean a lot to me and I bet it would relax you." She laughed out loud: "Relax?! I'm not sure 'relax' is the word." But she spread her legs a bit and as I touched her she let out a loud "Oooooooh" and started rocking her hips. Before long, I was openly masturbating her and she seemed in a completely different place. Her hips moved faster in rhythm. I could smell her sweet/sour vaginal aroma clearly. I kept on. "Like that, honey, great," she said, her eyes still closed. "Just like that." ...