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And so the spurts marched back down my chest and stomach, until they fizzled into the final oozes that ran down over my fingers. Numbers are for mere physicists or engineers or accountants. Then Mom gave me the shock of my life. Mom didn't move her head, except up and down with her fist. You see, I didn't date while I was in high school. Mother Incest Son Trade Photos I asked you to permit me to examine you in ways that extended the terms of our initial agreement, so it seems only reasonable to me that you should be able to examine me in any way you wish. A hard-on that needed something warm and wet around it . The next thing I knew, she was standing behind me, gently massaging my shoulders. I organized my thoughts a bit, cleared my throat, and started. I don't just feel it in my vagina. Mother Incest Son Trade Photos My hand started to move away from my cock as slowly as Mom's had approached. When the tip of my finger touched the crinkly flesh below, Mom's asshole clenched slightly. After chewing the cereal carefully, swallowing, and taking a drink of milk, I said, "Well, as a matter of fact, Mom, I didn't masturbate this morning, so I don't see any reason why we couldn't take care of business immediately". No sooner had I spurted my last spurt than Mom uttered a muffled "Mhn!" through her nose. It's Sunday morning. Mother Incest Son Trade Photos 'Mmmmmmm,' she says, in pleasure. "Let me ask you a question or two, Mom," I said, finally. You. Letting her into my mind was quite another. By now, I was really hoping that Mom hadn't wrung the topic dry. Mother Incest Son Trade Photos |