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Or at least mom said when she opened her robe and pointed with a red-nailed finger pointed at the thicket of dark frizzy hair below her bellybutton and with a soft voice told me to give it a warm little kiss. I had turned away frightened at first, but mom had hugged me and gently reminded me that I was eighteen and I’d never kissed a girl. I hadn’t seen this side of mom before. She is a teacher at the local elementary school who wears her hair in a tight bun and manages to be a favorite of both the kids and their parents despite being known for occasionally being prone to rapping the kids’ fingers with a pointer. Then again, we were almost never alone at home Hairy because I have two sisters and my aunt also lives nearby. Mom usually retains the prim and proper hair bun even at home, but now her hair is as open as her legs. Her voice had been much warmer than usual as her fingers blowjob had started gently caressing my hair. When I hadn’t been immediately indian responsive, she had put some of her teacher’s strictness into it, though. “You have to know how to kiss if you ever want girls to like you, Steve,” she had said, and that had gotten to me. I mean, I’m not stupid. I know you wouldn’t just immediately kiss a girl on the lips without getting to know them first, so you shouldn’t do that with your mother’s vagina either. You start by giving little kisses to her bush and thighs, and after you feel her warming up you can make lip contact. Then you bring your tongue into play, little by little. Make sure it stays in contact with the clitoris just like you retain constant eye contact with your mother. Mom watches attentively as my tongue feels the stiff hairs surrounding the opening of the vagina and then the tip finally it slips in. I start blinking nervously when MILF a little twitch goes through mom’s cellulite-marked thighs, but she calms me down by reaching to gently caress my hair with her hand. This is also a signal for me to slide my tongue deeper and to start thrusting it in and out at a constant tempo. It’s not easy because my mother’s coarse pubic hair is abrasively rubbing against my nose when I’m bobbing my head. Her bush is frizzy and it almost reaches the stretch marks near her bellybutton, but I know I shouldn’t be thinking about things like that at a moment like this. “Oh Steve...” mom sighs and I feel her hand caressing my cheek and hair. My eyes are looking into hers while my tongue is making distinctive moist and slippery sounds in the vagina. Mom has told me that giving birth to a boy leaves it especially sensitive just for her son’s tongue, which explained the shivers I was feeling when mine was in her. My neck and tongue start getting stiff in addition to the irritation of my nose, but eventually mom’s breaths start getting heavier and suddenly my eyes widen with fright as my mother’s legs jerk uncontrollably and she exclaims in a hushy voice: “O-oh f-fuck...! H-hh...!” I have never heard my mother use language like that and her gaze is stern and agitated, so I know I have to quicken the pace of my tongue which is fluttering in and out of the warm pulsating vagina. Mom’s hand immediately reaches down to hold Hardcore me still because she saw how my eyes widened with surprise when I managed to trigger the orgasm, and her fingers feel rougher than a caress now. Seeing her own boy’s big innocent eyes staring at her from a thicket of her frizzy pubic at the moment of orgasm is a climax trigger any mother can understand and appreciate. Despite the rapid-fire orgasms which cause mom’s back to arc and her thighs to shudder violently, she raises her head again and again to look at me between her legs. “O-oh f... O-oh God! O-oh Steve...! Hhh...! Hhh...! Hhh...!” she moans in throaty breaths because she orgasms every time she sees my big and innocent eyes which remind her of my birth. When my mother’s head finally falls down on the pillow from exhaustion, I still continue giving little kisses to her warm vagina. Huffing breaths are making her breasts rise and fall. Her eyes are closed and she keeps softly caressing my hair, letting me stay there as long as I want. When I raise my head, my voice is full of adoring admiration as I say the words which every mother wants to hear from a boy after a series of thigh-shuddering orgasms: “I like it, mom. “I can’t afford that because my family comes home Hairy every night” I looked back at the porno and the girl was pulling the plug almost out and then back in on all fours. “I indian am Anael,” she said, speaking each of the three syllables with deliberateness. blowjob I was shocked when she kept going, all the way down to the bottom. It MILF was here. This thing. End of chapter 9 (to be continued) She viciously slammed the huge dildo in and out its entire length, jolting the slender little body so hard Doris was clutching Hardcore at the bed cover and screaming. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Alex grunted. The little boy said I wish my mommy was here.