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I begged and pleaded with her to just lie down next to me but she refused. Eventually I persuaded her to take my cock out and soon she was wanking me….oh my god, I was getting a hand job off my mom! I was in heaven and when I came I shot all over her face and tits before she covered the end of my cock with her mouth and sucked the last drops from me. homemade She made me swear never to tell anyone and was adamant that we would never do anything like that again. I just let her carry on, nodding in agreement but really thinking that I wanted to do so much more…and as we lay awake in our separate beds, me wanking and her wearing out the batteries in her sex toys I think we both knew that there would only be one possible way this would end. After that night I was a lot bolder in touching her, stroking her tits, legs and bottom whenever they were in reach. She didn’t seem to mind as long as no one else saw. The complication in that was that she had started seeing a guy called Kevin, the ex-husband of her boss. I have known Kevin for quite a few years and had started working for him so he was always around. I’m sure he saw me touching mom but he didn’t say anything. I know from overhearing snippets of conversation that his ex, Sarah, had quite a varied sex life with multiple partners and I was hoping that as long as I didn’t get in his way with mom he’s be ok with anything we did. A few weeks ago I noticed a change in her. She seemed to be on her phone texting/messaging a lot and she was wearing less and less around the house. She would let my hands linger a second longer before slapping them away and was obviously struggling with the memory of the night that she wanked me, she looked like she wanted what I did – more of the same. Then I happened to overhear her and Kevin talking and he said “Well if that’s what you babe want then its fine by me, as long as Dave wants it too then why don’t you just go ahead and do it?” Her reply was “I do. I really do.” It’s hard to describe how I felt at that moment. Unless I was stripping misunderstanding Kevin and mom were talking about her letting shaved me fuck her…and she said that she wanted to! Talk about winning the lottery…I was light headed, almost giddy with excitement, it was all I could think about for hours and hours. However, I was also a bit annoyed. I mean, I have been trying to do something like that for years and finally, after all this time she decided to give in. So I thought I’d make her wait until it suited me…and I wanted to be sure that Kev knew when we did it too, it just seemed wrong to have secrets like that. So when I came home late one night and found her obviously braless in the kitchen talking to Kev on messenger (or so she said. I’m not sure that there wasn’t someone else she was talking to around amateur that time, she certainly seemed to be on her phone a lot and her and Kev usually called each other) I had a good look at her tits, watching her nipples growing under my gaze before I gave them a good tweak before going to my room. A couple of nights later I came in and she is wearing a short, sexy silk robe that screamed ‘fuck me, fuck me ‘till I can’t walk!!’ and I have to say I was tempted. Very tempted. However I had decided to wait until the Bank Holiday weekend so with any luck I could spend the best part of three days fucking her…and I really did want to make sure it was cool with Kev. Before we first kissed, before you even blew him.” she pointed at Megan. As I got up to pull a sweatshirt over my naked chest the smell of toast fills my nose. “We haven’t done anything sexual since he started his homemade new job. Diane (Dark brown Hair) short, babe mistress of deception/assassinations - Severely injured internal injuries Her eyes were dead and lifeless. "AAAHHH! And she had pointedly ignored the insistent whirring amateur of the projector in the back of her mind while waiting for the hours to pass. “Don’t see, Amy? I especially loved the kissing we did. Shirtless boys, house music, drinks, friends, laughs, french kissess to strangers and some souvenir i bring home: a 35 year old from France. I was getting desperate, dangling stripping at the end of her shaved fist, “Please!” I begged, gasping the words, “I have done all that you have asked!”