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It was a legitimate struggle to turn away from her and go back to his own room. Steven was powerless against the allure of his own curvaceous, delicious, and so obviously needy mother. He had everything she needed but lacked the courage to give it to her. She would never be receptive to his advances. She was his mother.
Instead, it would be his own hand milking that thick, erotic fluid from his body. That was good enough, though. For now. Even though he desperately wished to see it splatter on her rather than himself.
His pulsating erection was just waiting for him when he slid the elastic band of his gym shorts partway down his thighs. As he took himself in his own firm grip, he considered how things in her bedroom could have been different. No, how they should have been different.
If he'd had any balls at all, he would have marched right up to that bed while she was squealing in pleasure, dropped his shorts, confidently laid her down, and climbed on top. He would have looked deep into her eyes, leaned forward, and given her the most loving, most passionate kiss she'd ever experienced. And of course, she would lean toward him, accept his mouth and his body, widening her legs as she pulled him deep into herself.
He could almost feel his mothers' vulva separating to accommodate his manhood. A salivating flower starving for him, eagerly gobbling up every inch. The moisture would ease the entry while the narrow walls of her canal would squeeze, almost hugging, loving his ***** the way only a mother could. In his mind, her warm, moist love tunnel consumed him.
Her soft, curvy form would be the sexiest thing he'd ever seen as he sat up on his knees and stimulated her clitoris with his thumb while he gently rocked back and forth, pushing himself deeper into her, then pulling himself back again in a consistent, fluid motion. Her full, generous breasts would tantalize as they splayed out across her rib cage, jiggling and bouncing as she moved her body to match his rhythm. Her nipples, two pink harpoons jutting out into the night would be his to enjoy with his mouth.
It was a legitimate struggle to turn away from her and go back to his own room. Steven was powerless against the allure of his own curvaceous, delicious, and so obviously needy mother. He had everything she needed but lacked the courage to give it to her. She would never be receptive to his advances. She was his mother.
Instead, it would be his own hand milking that thick, erotic fluid from his body. That was good enough, though. For now. Even though he desperately wished to see it splatter on her rather than himself.
His pulsating erection was just waiting for him when he slid the elastic band of his gym shorts partway down his thighs. As he took himself in his own firm grip, he considered how things in her bedroom could have been different. No, how they should have been different.
If he'd had any balls at all, he would have marched right up to that bed while she was squealing in pleasure, dropped his shorts, confidently laid her down, and climbed on top. He would have looked deep into her eyes, leaned forward, and given her the most loving, most passionate kiss she'd ever experienced. And of course, she would lean toward him, accept his mouth and his body, widening her legs as she pulled him deep into herself.
He could almost feel his mothers' vulva separating to accommodate his manhood. A salivating flower starving for him, eagerly gobbling up every inch. The moisture would ease the entry while the narrow walls of her canal would squeeze, almost hugging, loving his ***** the way only a mother could. In his mind, her warm, moist love tunnel consumed him.
Her soft, curvy form would be the sexiest thing he'd ever seen as he sat up on his knees and stimulated her clitoris with his thumb while he gently rocked back and forth, pushing himself deeper into her, then pulling himself back again in a consistent, fluid motion. Her full, generous breasts would tantalize as they splayed out across her rib cage, jiggling and bouncing as she moved her body to match his rhythm. Her nipples, two pink harpoons jutting out into the night would be his to enjoy with his mouth.
