Tension [detyyrkoonox]

[detox__]

RE: Tension [detyyrkoonox]

Again her mind was reasoning with her, being overwhelmed by the sudden burst of pleasure she was receiving from her son, biting her bottom lip wonderfully as he stopped once he was completely inside of her; Wonderful. If her son truly was interested in what he was getting himself into, it would come in handy for him later on to know that his mother had coached him and taught him how to please a woman, even if now she was letting him explore his more brute side. She would teach him how to be a fantastic lover, even gaining herself a lot of pleasure in the process. The majority of her thoughts that were reasoning with themselves were shattered as he thrust himself forward after setting his face against her skin, breathing out a soft breath of somewhat unexpected air.

That was her fault. Though obviously though she was taken by somewhat surprise, the older woman adored that he had done so, judging by the moan that fell from her lips, mixing along with his as he remained again lingering inside of her. As she thought, and easily assumed judging by his lack of social interaction and him never bringing a girl to their house, her son was probably a virgin. Nothing to be ashamed of, and easily meant she was starting from something of a clean slate. Her lips curling into a soft smile as she panted out another soft breath, her hand carefully slid behind his head, taking a gentle grip to his hair before murmuring, " Don't. . Stop Bannett. " He would learn that eventually, stopping would guard the both of them from gaining pleasure, and inwardly, he would scold himself for ever thinking that two mere thrusts was enough to satisfy even himself. All in due time though. " Keep going honey. "

 

[Lorence]

RE: Tension [detyyrkoonox]


Ben heeded his mother's orders, and retreated once again. He had a vague idea of what he should be doing. He had, after all, seen many a pornography. Slowly, he began a pistoning motion, filling his mother to the brim with every stroke of his rock-hard manhood. He had not yet begun to pick up and real speed. Rather, he stuck to a slow, steady rhythm that he was most comfortable with. Using his grip on her hips, he kept her in place, and made sure that he took the exact same routh with each thrust. Each forward rocking pushed his mother into the washing machine. Forcefully bending her over it, as if to dominate, though he was not aware of it.