As he looked in the mirror, he couldn't wipe the smile off his face. He'd actually fucked his mother, his own gorgeous mother. Not to mention the exqu...site hand-job, blow-job, and tit-fuck. He'd actually dumped four massive loads either on her or into her—four hot loads of thick teenage cum—and she seemed in no mood to stop now.With that shit-eating grin on his face, he ran a comb through his wet hair, brushed his teeth, and proceeded to get dressed. Still having no idea what his mother had in. “God forgive me. What is going on with me. Why am I so turned on by such wrong sexual occurrences? I need to start praying again. This time, 5 times a day. I need to repent and ask for forgiveness.” She whispers to herself as the water from the shower flows on her thick silky hair down to her curvaceous body. She feels the water hitting her hard nipples of her 36D tits down to her navel and over her pussy mound like a majestic undiscovered waterfall in a land long forgotten. “My God I can’t. Her breasts seemed to froth over the top of the tight fitting dress, her bare shoulders a creamy white, curving up into her long neck sexily accentuated by a red velvet choker. The dress didn't seem to have any visible support and clung to her hourglass figure like a second skin. There were no shoulder straps and I was certain she had no underwear beneath her dress as anything would show through the skin-tight satin sheen. Her long blonde hair had been expertly piled on top of her head in a. She sat next to her gymnast, whom she’d spent so much time watching with the perfect excuse of being her coach. It was true she’d been attracted to other girls, but she’d never thought seriously about doing anything about it. With Nikki though, there was something extra. A sweetness, on top of the physical perfection. Sweet, but not weak. A strong person, who hadn’t really discovered her strength yet. Superficially she could seem a bit vulnerable... Nikki reached out and stroked her right hand.