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Not even half my cock, just the first two and a half indian inches had penetrated my mother’s pussy, and for only a fraction of a second. I didn't even know whether I was technically still a virgin or not. Not that it mattered, I could never tell anyone I sort of fucked my mother anyway. But the sensation of her slick, tight pussy had made a lasting imprint on my brain. I could still feel how smooth and hot she had been and how her muscles had embraced my shaft once I had pushed the bulbous head past her tight entrance. I longed to pregnant feel it again and could only imagine how incredible it would feel to be fully inside and slide in and out, truly fucking her and, oh god, flood her insides with sperm. I wiped my finger through the gooey residue that coated the end of my penis. The juice was a bit like saliva, but thicker and more slippery. However, it was fast becoming less slick and more sticky as it was drying rapidly. More than ever, I wished I was limber enough to suck my own cock and be able to sample my mother’s female juices. But after years of trying, I had reluctantly learned to live with the fact that I couldn’t. As I was studying the sticky coating, I heard mom shut the bathroom door and walk down the stairs. It reminded me that this whole adventure got started because I was going to take a shower before dinner, so I tucked my cock back in my shorts and nervously got back to the bathroom. I dreaded Hardcore to return to the scene of the crime, but I really needed that shower. The light was off, but still I knocked and waited a full minute before I dared to enter. Even though I knew mom was in the kitchen downstairs, it was a relieve that there was no answer. I quickly took off my dirty gear and jumped under the shower. I soaped up my body and washed off the dried sweat and dust. As I washed my lower abdomen and then my steel hard cock, I realized that there was no way it was ever going to soften unless I released some of the excess pressure my balls first. My soapy hand was no comparison to my mother’s velvety pussy, but it did the job. Literally within seconds, I was firing thick ropes of cum at the glass screen. Despite it being a much needed and incredibly satisfying orgasm, I knew one cum was not enough to keep my cock down. I kept pumping my fist until a second orgasm followed only minutes later. The second time I came, my load was just as big and shot out with equal force as the first. My heart was pounding and my head was spinning, but my cock was at last deflating. I knew there was a lot more sperm left in my balls and I doubted if I would be able to keep my cock in its flaccid state for long when I had to face mom. Dinner was in less than ten minutes, so I had to take the risk. Besides, the water was beginning to cool and I had to get out the shower anyway. It didn't grow tired. “I don’t know.... check the pool.” And then we sat there with our foreheads touching and focusing on each others racing hearts and hurried breathing. Still, he searched the nearby area. I suddenly giggled. I brought my hand with the flower to my breasts. As I was slipping on my bra, Kenny finally came down from orbit, he got off of the bed and put his underwear and shorts back on. Using her plans, I estimated the cost to be around 60 grand, since she pregnant had the trailer. “A perception spell, yes. The sanguine picture of Willowbud embracing Tulipfall was warped by the shadow. The hum on her tongue, that told me she was enjoying it too? Lisa commented on how good my cunt looked soaked with his cum, smiled and went to the shower. Baby. It was my turn to make little fuck noises and he grunted, too. We could have lots of fun. “My god, that was amazing, did you like that? For the first time, a low, throaty full moan escaped her lips as the simultaneous stimulation of her nipples and pussy broke through her self control. It was Hardcore then that he noticed the small pool of blood that was on the deck. Icy fear spiked through my heart. Dempsy said as he walked to her, and then pushing her forehead with a finger, watched her fall. No, no, this is a private thing.” “Sorry, what was that?!” May heatedly asked me, whipping back around. That fucking Blake indian had hurt her bad by breaking up with her that way. The professor however was not phased by James' attempt.