Sexy arabic chatting
The whole room was filled of sex sounds as I lowered my face to kiss my mother’s hungry cunt over her designer panties. The beautiful red lacy panties had a floral pattern on it much like the panties in that French movie I saw or like those sexy panties of his wife =those sexy purple, hot red, naughty flowery black and motherly torn brownish by looking at her panties, I remembered my days of masturbation after seeing those panties and sometimes even getting a few of motherly breasts of my neighbor’s wife.I could even make out her panty line from behind when she used to sleep.Now she adjusted herself in a way that she was getting maximum penetration. It appeared that all I wanted to do was to fuse into her...making her mine, forever. He has placed his seed in me”Mother started crying and it took a while for her to come to terms with it.Now she was maddened with lust and she started slapping her big boobies on my face. Later after one month mother came to me and said that she was pregnant with my child. I consulted my friends and we left the town for some other place. The elder one just turned sixteen and she just looks like my mother.
I looked at her and she took my hands to her shapely chuchies where nipples had grown harder than nuts and pinched one of her nipples. She needs all your love for ever” and she bent forward and kisses my earlobe. I sucked my favorite hole in the world for a long time while my mother moaned and squirmed in ecstasy. Let mommy ride your land now that she is your wife.”Then she came on top of me and took my whole cock in her pussy and started jumping.
But she has very sexy shiny skin with a little hair at the back of her arm. Her nipples were standing erect like two beans and to my utter surprise, she had very short hair around her areolas. Mummy …ko dudhu do na Le beta…jitna marzi le na My hand moved on to her bellybutton and my fingers danced on her naked skin.
At night, it was quite hot and my mother came to me and said. I could make out form its shape that she probably had just panties on.“munnu (my nick name)! You can come and sleep in my room as your father is not here”I couldn’t wait for a better opportunity and I jumped with joy and said…sure mother…I went to her room. The bed was a king size and there was satin bed sheet on it. My mother had even played light Indian classical instrumental music to add to its sexiness. He then gave me a manglasutra to tie around my mother’s neck. I quickly removed the one tied by my father and tied my mangalsutra, the symbol of our union, around her neck. My mother had cleverly sent the children to her parents place. Her blouse was giving exactly the kind of show I craved for. I was surprised to see the room decorated with flowers and candles. Mom kissed me back with pure lust she had been keeping in the garb of love and affection.
She was still dressed in her bridal jewelry and a golden chain fell over her tummy.
Then she lifted her saree without removing it up to her thighs.