His face was a mask of concentration and Annette felt an arterial burst of love and affection for her son.Even though she knew it was a social sin and...morally vile, Annette slowly, almost imperceptibly reached out and wrapped her fist around her son's cock shaft.The breath whooshed from Ian's mouth and he gasped as his mother gripped his cock tightly in her fist.'Mother…' he murmured quietly. 'Mum…''Hush, baby,' Annette crooned. 'Let me feel you in my hand. It's what you wanted… Let me feel the. .. all those women showing the smug smile of satisfactory dominance over the male. In many of them, the equally smug smiles of Clarissa, Mimi, or Rosa, were also there in accompaniment ... and in all, lay a square of black silk at the knees of the owned males ... spattered with milky white streaks, evidence of the willingness of their absolute surrender to womanhood, and the confirmation of the enforcement of their physical pleasure in confirming it. Mimi trailed her whip across the base of his. He said to me, "come inside first."I moved inside, he drank as normal he did, he was living alone too. He had no family and he had own bar in his flat.I said, "Uncle, can I take some drink and smoke, if you give me."He said, "Why not dear, take a glass from kitchen and pick what you want."He watched the porno movie that time too which was paused bcoz I was in his flat."When I came back with my glass, he again played movie. He offered me to stay with him if I was bore.Mr Singh was slim trim guy. The following is a true story and still makes me horny to this day.My love for MILFS all started when a new neighbour moved into my neighbourhood. 5 ft 2 blonde hair slightly curvy and gigantic tits. At first being 13 I didn't pay much attention. She had a hubby and 2 young k**s.Over time she got pally with my mother. I remember one day in the house she was bending over petting my dog and I could see she was wearing a g string- A GSTRING!!! This made me interest in her increase 10 fold. Being.