She is my dream woman. To tell you the truth “I want to marry mom” I never look at any girl or woman other than my own mother I want to make her m... own wife so I can spend my full life with her. I know she is my mother but couldn’t resist my Instincts and always I was dreaming about her. I know No one can think about the relation of mother and son in dreams also. I and mom are living like a very good friend we both treat each other as friend, girl and boy friend, dad and son, mom and son and. All I stopped them from doing was pulling down my panties and exposing my tits.After all the men in the vicinity had had their turn with me, Jan dragged me over to the other side of the pub, near the pool tables, where the rougher guys usually hang out."You're really loving this, aren't you?" she whispered to me."Is it that obvious?" I giggled.We stood in front of a group of surly looking men sitting by the pool table and Jan nudged me."Will you kiss me please?" I asked to the one nearest me.He. Who cares about what happens to them?!That's not what I thought and when I first saw that picture I instantly fell in love with her. She seemed so young and beautiful to me. There was a sadness in those soft, sultry, brown eyes which should never be in eyes of somebody so young. She had been missing for a few days by the time the police notified the community at large and they had few if any leads. She just had to be alive somewhere. Maybe she took a holiday and forgot to tell people. I did a. AHH she cries, but she holds with hands to the wall, open her legs and offer me all her fitness addicted trained ass: Again!. I hit her again and again, left hand and righ hand, her ass tremble and get red, left hand on her left side of the ass and right hand on the right side of her ass, mmm, I know she clench her teeth to not scream, and I hit harder and harder, her ass is completely red and seems quite swell. I stop. Again!!! she says. And suddenly she is down on her knees, her head to the.