. hopefully'. I'd realised she was staring me, was she checking me out? No way I thought, ' So I was...' I started 'Shhh' she whispered pressing a fin...er to my lips. I shuddered her touch was electric, I started deep into her eyes, however she only moved in slowly. I went in for those delicious inviting lips, she pushed me back towards her sofa. She pushed me down onto it, I could smell her perfume, it was spicy and intoxicating. I so wanted to have her, take that tight body for my young prick.. Soft, light colored hair, just barely curly. I could see it even in that faint light. I nuzzled the bridge of my nose against it and breathed in deeply. I was so excited I thought I might pass out.“Do it! Do it!” she muttered, as she ran the fingers of both hands through my hair.I spread the soft pink lips of her pussy, and softly licked her clitoris. She drew a deep, ragged breath. I ran my tongue up and down her wet little pussy, from top to bottom, until neither of us could take it any. He fucked me hard. He was a good son now.He was my good cock-slave.“Mmm, Mom, that looks big,” said Anahit, my eighteen-year-old daughter.“You're ready for it,” I told her, feeling a little prickle across my thoughts as my powers sank into her. “You'll stretch, and it'll feel incredible. Once I've broken you in, we'll find you the perfect cock-slave for you to enjoy.”“Okay, Mom,” Anahit said, her pale face smiling. Like me, she was a Syrian Armenian, a minority population. When I was pregnant. After some minutes of recovery, I unzipped my cock, which was waiting patiently all this time.I started rubbing myself. I started to feel her silky smooth arms molesting them from top to bottom. Now I wanted to make her blowjob or handjob my cock. But I also wanted to try As she was wearing a sleeveless blouse, I had already smelled her sweaty armpits mixed with deo. I wanted just that. I began moving my dick towards her. She tried to hold it in her palms. Initially, I stopped her from doing.