I knew she looked amazing and with no one to talk to me about my sexual urges I often found myself using my mother as the inspiration for my many jerk...off sessions.It was close to the evening and I heard the shower stop. I crept up to the door of my mother’s bedroom which she always had unlocked. I was in luck; the door was ajar, and I just got there in time to see the towel drop from her body.Mom looked fantastic. Her breasts were large and soft, and I watched them bounce as the towel fell.. Just commands.But as the week went on, the fantasies in her head ran away with her. Could she maybe live it out? On Friday, she was still torn, so she drove to his neighborhood early and looked at his house. It looked like a nice suburban house, hardly noteworthy. There was no car in the driveway, but there was an attached garage. The lights were on downstairs. As 8 PM approached, she'd decided that she would regret it if she passed up the chance, so at 8 PM on the dot, she walked through his. Despite the hunger in my stomach, the hunger between my legs was to the point of throbbing. My nipples were hardened buds of flesh upon my breasts, aching with a need of their own. As the glow of a nearby streetlamp provided minor illumination in our hotel room, the way my forbidden lover gazed upon me despite the dirt and the sweat of several days without the ability to shower, despite the lack of make-up, despite the occasional gurgle of my stomach. ‘Feed my body,’ I pleaded quietly, my. I knew she’d had at least one orgasm. I stood there with my cock in her face. She was staring at it licking her lips. I think she might have sucked it but i didn’t wait. I stroked it about three times and my hot, think jizz shot out, splattering her face and then her tits. Joy kissed her slobbered-up lips and licked off my jism. As soon as I finished, I glared At My Aunt. “Now, it’s your turn!” I snarled. I pulled her.