Taking the Edge Off
‘No it does, it feels very good, but it’s wrong,’ he urged, yet he didn’t draw away. The feel of her hands, dainty, slight and warm – the first hands other than his own ever to touch him there – was gentle and yet electrifying.
‘There’s nothing wrong about it, she reassured. And then she took it further. Without warning she peeled back his foreskin all the way and spat on the head of his stiff cock for lubrication. He didn’t dare release his baited breath until she spoke to him again from the deafening silence.
‘Don’t worry, you’re not the only one excited right now…’
‘Mom, please…’
‘Mom, please,’ she repeated mockingly, ‘you still haven’t run away like a scared little boy, though.’
Michael blushed a full dark red, as if he wasn’t red enough in the face as it was. ‘Here, feel my pussy,’ she then said, raising her skirt up. Michael could physically look nowhere else.
And, you know…
How many guys could admit that their own mothers had a perfect pussy?
Her chestnut brown hair ended trimmed neatly around her entrance and she had the hottest looking labia. Her clit glistened and protruded shamelessly and he wished it were on any MILF other than his own mom right now.
