"Oh, you are making my breasts flop around," she pointed out, moving her torso around."I know," I replied before I spanked her."Kinky bastard, aren't ...ou? You'd like to spank your step daughter too? Oh, that's naughty, Hank." Yes, I know, hot woman. Damn, you drive me crazy," I moaned, leaning my head back and squeezing her butt. "Now Santa won't bring me anything." I think I could convince him otherwise," she pointed out before she kissed me.We both failed to say a word for a few minutes, as. She lay there inventorying the sensations still resonating inside of her. She felt that she could actually feel her vagina shrinking back to where it had been, ... big ... not that big ... sure felt ... get used...then there were a whole new group of muscles she wasn't used to feeling, when she had her first intercourse orgasm there had been muscle spasms in her lower stomach, it wasn't pain as much as surprise that she felt those. She had her hand on slime, Peter's soft sticky prick ... not. When I arrived in the living room the sun had gone down and my mom was sitting watching tv in a beautiful red bathrobe. I noticed how much she looked like my aunt just then, with a similar hair cut (except her’s was a deep black colour) and very similar body types. I had never seen my mother naked but I could imagine her to be the woman of all women. As I moved towards the couch, she motioned for me to take a seat next to her which I did feeling my hands beginning to shake.“I know about your. As I stood behind her a rush of emotion entered my body. After almost seven years of teasing, double entendres, seductive looks and stolen moment I was about to finally fuck her, she was game and became even more vocal, telling me how badly she wanted my “pinga” and desired to have her ass “rocked”. Urging me on to take her like a bitch, made my cock stand out like a black dagger, I slowly removed my fingers watching her tight ring close, resuming its original form.“Hold that ass open” I.