I remember when I was around 12 and I would fantasise about f****** my own mother senseless. I’d go to the laundry room and sit on the washing machine naked, grab a dirty p**** of hers, sniff it, shove it in my face, lick it, then wrap it all around my c*** and m********* with it till I released my thick, fat load. I would also pick up some of her sweat drenched tops and rub them in my face, taking in her sweet smell. I did the same with all her dirty socks and shoes on the regular.
I once got particularly adventurous and decided to slide a tiny makeup mirror of hers under the bathroom door and watch her shower, rubbing soap between her juicy cheeks and dripping water off her big milkers. the closest I ever got to f****** her was stealing a kiss from her, hugging her from behind (was just tall enough to innocently place my p**** between her cheeks), and holding her hips once and giving her a thrust when I was passing by her, which I got scolded for. I still dream about pounding her juicy p**** on the floor every single time I see her doing some yoga in the living room.
