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What Mom Knows Fucks Her Ass

... tight ass bent over had me raring to go. "Yes, fuck Mommy, Curtis, now!" she begged, with a whisper. Obeying my Mother like a good son should always do, I went behind her and easily penetrated her already very wet pussy. I did slow strokes, still pretty scared of getting caught by Dad fucking Mom. Mom's moans were quiet and controlled, unlike when we were alone and she was an animated slut. I continued to fuck my mother for three minutes or so when the phone rang. My Dad never answered the phone and it was in the kitchen anyway. Mom cursed under her breath, "For fuck sakes," and went to the phone reluctantly allowing me to slip out of her. Answering the phone, she rolled her eyes. "Hi Mom." Knowing that this would be a long conversation, I put my cock back in my pants, and winked at Mom, whose red cheeks would have been excellent CSI evidence of our crime. She said, "Mom, give me a second. Curtis is just leaving." Mom put the phone down and came over to me. She whispered in my ear, her hand firmly on my still stiff cock, "Don't forgot about Mommy while you are out gallivanting with Miranda." "Of course, not Mom. You will always be my first choice." She kissed me on the lips, shoving her tongue in my mouth, before saying, "And don't you ever forget it." I quipped, "How could I Mom, you are my MILF slut." She smiled and mocked authority, "Don't you use such language with me, unless you are in me. Fuck, I wish your Dad was gone. I guess I will have to fuck him tonight." "Oh, the ...

... sacrifices," I mocked. "Don't get me started," she sighed, before asking, "Have you fucked Miranda in the ass yet?" "No," I admitted, even though the thought had crossed my mind when she was bent over and I was fucking her in her favorite position, the submissive doggy style. "Have you fucked anybody in the ass, son?" she asked, rubbing my cock firmly in my jeans. "Noooooooo," I moaned. "Well, tomorrow your Dad is heading out of town and I am going to be your first. Is that understood?" "Yes, Mom," I agreed, very enthusiastically. "Good, so tomorrow you are mine, all day, understood?" she asked with one final squeeze. "Yes, Mommy," I replied. I watched her saunter, purposely using her sexy wiggle. She went to the phone and began talking to her Mother, seconds after promising her son her ass. My life was fucking amazing. ..... I headed out and to see Miranda again. When I arrived at the studio Mark confronted me in the parking lot. He had clearly been waiting for me. "I thought I warned you to stay away from Miranda." I replied, "Are you not getting married to someone else? I think such a commitment prevents you from any such authority." "Don't get smart with me," Mark threatened. "Or what?" I asked. "Don't mess with me." I walked past him and countered, smugly. "I am not here to mess with you. I am here to mess with Miranda, over and over again." "You fucking punk," he began, as I walked into the studio. Confused at the guy's threats, I shrugged them off and went to shoot my ...