I couldn’t resist. I jumped into her and kissed her lips. I opened her blouse and removed the bra. Then I started sucking her right boob and squeezi...g her left boob with my hand. I can tell that she was enjoying all this by the moaning she made.’ 3) By: My horny mother of a whore loves nothing more than a fat cock inside her holes. After her divorce, she got horny and eventually found the man in her son.‘I could feel her nose touching my lower belly. For about 20 seconds, my cock was buried. I moved away and stood over by the window. My mom came in the room and said, "Oh I see the baby is asleep. Looks like everything went okay." I smiled and hurriedly left the room.I didn't see aunt Laura for a couple of years after that, but when I did (I was 14) she always went out of her way to be extra friendly, compliment me on how handsome I was, tell me she wished I were her son, etc. She was always touching me and rubbing against me when she could get away with it. I was in love with her,. I think, looking back on it, it was a case of absolute mutual desire and attraction which spurred us on.I had been desperate for a fuck, having had sex with no one since the day I had left Sheldon, and I had wanted to fuck him just as much as he wanted to be fucked. There was a feeling of complete harmony between us and the sensation of mutual contentment was palpable. It was a quite extraordinary union, for only an hour ago we had not even known each other, but we had managed twice to climax. She takes off the mousetraps, which make me moan from the blood rushing back. As I moan She pinches my clit. She said that I’m wet enough to have the bicycle treatment. She pulls it out of the corner and pulls off the blanket. I gasp in shock. This isn’t a normal bicycle. A large dildo has been attached to it; there is no seat only that dildo and its double edged so it goes into both holes. She puts me on the bicycle with both my holes filled and tells me to start peddling. I start and the.