Jason took in the sight before him. Although at one point the did look up from his dinner and catch her looking at him, her head slightly tilted to the side and a quizzical look on her face. As he passed his mother’s bedroom, the door was ajar and he could hear what sounded like sobbing, tinged with groaning. Now all he could hear was the distant sound of falling water. Jason’s eyes drifted down to her ass. At first all he was aware of was the heat of her breasts pressing against his chest, intermingled with the cold of the wet patches on the front of each one. His mother tensed again, but still she did nothing. His mother stood framed in his doorway, her chest heaving and her face flushed. Was he really about to do this? His mother turned and walked back to her bedroom, with Jason following as if in a trance. As he passed his mother’s bedroom, the door was ajar and he could hear what sounded like sobbing, tinged with groaning. His mother’s pussy juice. I’ve just realised that tomorrow is Sunday, the stores won’t be open, and I’m in so much pain, I just don’t know if I can…”
And with that she flung her arms around his shoulders and began to sob into his shoulder.
Petra Feet Teases With Her Black Rht Nylons, Playfully Flaunting Her Soles And Toes Under The Table—so Close You Can Almost Taste Them—until You Can’t Take It Anymore
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