Shesmiled as she remembered the wild orgasmic feelings that had ripped theirbodies apart. She leaned over the sleeping body of her young son andkissed...him softly on his parted lips.He awoke to the tender caresses of his beloved mother and, mewling withpleasure, he reached up with his arms and wrapped them around her neck,at the same time, parting his lips to allow her hot, pointed tongue toenter the soft, wet cavern of his mouth and duel sexily with his owntongue."OHHHH MOTHER!" he panted into. Warning: contains short and erratic imagery that may offend some people. —————————————————————————————————————————————————— She stands at the sink, short shorts, black singlet, hips pressed up against the bench top. Her hair cascades down her back in an array of dark curls, tapering to a point that encourages the eyes to continue to travel downward. Eyes following the contours of her ass, her long legs, he feels himself become hard. She hums softly as he sneaks up behind her. As he slides his. Her pussy was throbbing and she knew she was soaked. It took considerable willpower not to finger herself.She went back outside, shading her eyes against the harsh sun as the five or six black men smiled, made hand gestures to each other, and spoke in thick and unintelligble accents as she made a few turns for them, and then stopped in the middle of the loose semi-circle they had formed.And that was all that happened. They told her she looked stunning, she was gorgeous, had the body of a. She had like two escapades in like six or seven weeks. Or did she have three? Doesn't really matter anyway. And then, one day – I was out at some rock show at an open air festival I can't really remember, for the girl I had in view distracted me too much from the actual band playing – I thought I'd allow myself a nice little adventure too, so I'd have a nice little story to tell as well. So... I... uh... hooked up with her. Nothing too serious either, though; just some touchy feely stuff, no.