She put the tip of the manikin menber to the mouth of her womanhood and I saw the head disappear inside. It returned and then went in deeper, then it...withdrew, finally with a slow but steady motion she buried the counterfeit cock all the way in. Then she began to stroke, of course I matched her stroke for stroke. We went on in a mutual beat, beating off with our respective toys. I was thinking about being in her. She watched me. I knew she was thinking about me being in her.“Mom, does. Whimpers left her mouth with every pummeling stroke of his body, pleas filled the air as he pulled away, moving until just the tip of his thick cock was inside of her. Then he'd slam back inside, over and over until she could stand it no longer."H-help me," she cried, the desire that slammed through her as sharp as talons. "P-please!" Sobs shook her body as she arched and writhed under him, her breasts rubbing against the heated wall of his chest, her hips undulating up against him, begging him. Gripping your hair in my fists I start to thrust my cock into your willing mouth. Your drool lubricates me as I force my prick down your throat and start to fuck your face. Your moaning, gasping and choking turns me on and I arch my back and enjoy the sensations of your warm, wet throat on my cock and your finger(s?) jammed up my arse. I’m getting close and you taste my pre-cum as my balls start to tighten. Too soon. I pull out of your mouth to your disappointed exclamation and pull you to your. My mom considers this as the greatest favor from her BFF Zoya. Due to this reason, Zoya aunty and I had kind of mother-son relationship. It was almost 15 years since we last met Zoya since her family got shifted to Hyderabad from Chennai. But I managed to stay in contact with her through social media.Things had changed from then to the current situation. I was an adult now and I was literally attracted to hot milf Zoya. I used to masturbate a lot seeing Zoya’s pictures from Facebook. I used to.