Then again, we were almost never alone at home because I have two sisters and my aunt also lives nearby. Mom usually retains the prim and proper hair bun even at home, but now her hair is as open as her legs. Her voice had been much warmer than usual as her fingers had started gently caressing my hair. When I hadn’t been immediately responsive, she had put some of her teacher’s strictness into it, though. “You have to know how to kiss if you ever want girls to like you, Steve,” she had said, and that had gotten to me. I mean, I’m not stupid. I know you wouldn’t just immediately kiss a girl on the lips without getting to know them first, so you shouldn’t do that with your mother’s vagina either. You start by giving little kisses to her bush and thighs, and after you feel her warming up you can make lip contact. Then you bring your tongue into play, little by little. Make sure it stays in contact with the clitoris just like you retain constant eye contact with your mother. Mom watches attentively as my tongue feels the stiff hairs surrounding the opening of the vagina and then the tip finally it slips in. I start blinking nervously when a little twitch goes through mom’s cellulite-marked asian thighs, but she calms me down by reaching to gently caress my hair with her hand. This is also a signal for me to slide my tongue deeper and to start thrusting it in and out at a constant tempo. It’s not easy because my mother’s coarse pubic hair is abrasively rubbing against my nose when I’m bobbing my head. Her bush is frizzy and Hardcore it almost reaches the stretch marks near her bellybutton, but I know I shouldn’t be thinking about things like that at a moment like this. “Oh Steve...” mom sighs and I feel her hand caressing my cheek and hair. My eyes are looking into hers while my tongue is making distinctive moist and slippery sounds in the vagina. Mom has told me that giving birth to a boy leaves it especially sensitive just for her son’s tongue, which explained the shivers I was feeling when mine was in her. My neck and tongue start getting stiff in addition to the irritation of my nose, but eventually mom’s breaths start getting heavier and suddenly my eyes widen with fright as my mother’s legs jerk uncontrollably and she exclaims in a hushy voice: “O-oh f-fuck...! H-hh...!” I have never heard my mother use language like that and her gaze is stern and agitated, so I know I have to quicken the pace of my tongue which is fluttering in and out of the warm pulsating vagina. Mom’s hand immediately reaches down to hold me still because she saw how my eyes widened with surprise when I managed to trigger the orgasm, and her fingers feel rougher than a caress now. Seeing her own boy’s big innocent eyes staring at her from a thicket of her frizzy pubic at the moment of orgasm is a climax trigger any mother can understand and appreciate. Despite the rapid-fire orgasms which cause mom’s back to arc and her thighs to shudder violently, she raises her head again and again to look at me between her legs. “O-oh f... O-oh God! O-oh Steve...! Hhh...! Hhh...! japanese Hhh...!” she moans in throaty breaths because she orgasms every time she sees my big and innocent eyes which remind her of my birth. When my mother’s head finally falls down on the pillow from exhaustion, I still continue giving little kisses to her warm vagina. Huffing breaths are making her breasts rise and fall. Her eyes are closed and she keeps softly caressing my hair, letting me stay there as long as I want. When I raise my head, my voice is full of adoring admiration as I say the words which every mother wants to hear from a boy after a series of thigh-shuddering orgasms: “I like it, mom. It’s so warm and nice”. Mom props herself up on her elbows, and as she looks at me I’m wondering if this is going to lead to a night of tender lovemaking. That’s what one would usually hope kisses would lead to at the end, but with my own mom...? Mom touches my cheek lightly and flashes a smile although she seems somehow a bit sad and serious as she asks: “How are you feeling, Steve?” “All Fucking Hard right, I guess.” “Come here, darling,” mom says and hugs me gently for a while and then lays me down on the bed. I don’t have to couple fucking ask what she is doing when she moves on top of me. Jaya (slowly whispered in Rekha's ears): "The japanese game is on whore." The only fully dressed asian person in the room. I could tell that Dean and Amy both wanted to bow out but Allie was having none of it. To keep Nora from waving her arms or from trying to fight him off again, David holds both of couple fucking her wrists down on the bed. She spun around on her heels and a huge smile broadened across her face. She looked at Ginny, and their eyes Fucking Hard met. "Yeah, wow! It was still pretty difficult. I smiled as I looked down and my beautiful daughter. You feel her kiss and her tongue slither back into your mouth muffling your moans and whimpers as you kiss her back urgently. Then Lindsey melted against my chest. I really loved the movies and just had to have the car. They knew he was dangerous. And I'm like "You kinky bitch!" His sound changed and his moans grew more whispered. You moan softly as I suck the n them. Little birds like you don’t stand a chance against me.” Hardcore I pulled my cock from her mouth and she almost looked sad that I did.