Mom started to cry out as I stroked her hot pussy. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me into her. (Continued) My ass looked like a

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Mom started to cry out as I stroked her hot p****. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me into her. (Continued)
My a** looked like a piledriver as I pounded my Mom and fed her every inch of me. I was going to make sure this wasn’t the first and last time we had s**. Sweat was pouring over both of us as I pulled her legs up. I pushed Mom’s thighs to her chest. This gave me the ability to get as deep as possible. My c*** felt so long and thick as I was hammering my Mom’s p****. It didn’t take long for Mom to start squirting all over again. I felt her juices hitting my groin. Mom was crying out and her body was shaking as I was on top of her screwing her like crazy. I was surprised I was able to hold out as long as I did. My nuts began to pinch as I felt my load rising up to the tip of my d***. I then shot my hot s**** into my Mom. “Oh my God!” Mom screamed out to me. She must have thought I was going to pull out until I started shooting my sperm into her. I just couldn’t bring myself to pull my d*** out. I shot load after load deep into my Mom’s p****. I didn’t stop until I was empty. I just kept my c*** buried in my Mom until I began to grow soft. Eventually my d*** slipped out and I was on lying on top of my Mom. I pushed her t*** together so I could easily switch n****** putting each into my mouth sucking them enthusiastically. Mom seemed like she was orgasming until I finally slipped away from her body. We both were totally exhausted. I seemed to drift off after we finished our l*********. When I woke my Mom was next to me. “We shouldn’t have done what we did Bobby,” Mom quietly told me. “I want you Mom, and I plan on having you again,” I told her. I looked into my Mom’s face and I think she knew we were going to be lovers from here on in. That is what came to pass. Whenever my Dad was away, my Mom and I were in bed f****** one another. I lost track of how many loads of my seed I shot into my Mom. Thankfully my mother was on the pill because I wouldn’t want to have to wear a condom. I loved feeling her p**** muscles squeezing my bare d*** sliding into her tunnel.

New Confession

I have been living in my coworker’s attic for four months, and what started as pure survival has turned into a terrifying, secret love. I initially slipped inside through his unlocked side door out of desperation after losing my apartment, learning to navigate the quiet rhythms of his life only when he left for work. But lately, my isolation has morphed into a deep, agonizing intimacy; I find myself listening to the soft acoustic guitar melodies he plays at midnight, touching the books he leaves on the coffee table, and smelling the faint scent of his cologne on the towels. It grew even more intense when he started leaving a fresh plate of dinner on the kitchen counter every night before bed, whispering into the dark, “Just in case you’re hungry, spirit.” Yesterday, I accidentally dropped a mug in the kitchen, and when he rushed into the room, the raw, frantic terror in his eyes wasn’t for his own safety—it was for mine. I am utterly terrified to come down and face reality, but as I watch him from the shadows, I realize I am even more terrified of ever having to leave him.

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