Soon we got a pretty good rhythm going. Blowjob sex Mom could hardly breathe and it scared me. In fact he would sometimes thank me for taking care of my mother’s needs. Apparently my father didn’t do it twice in the same session, or twice in the same day, or even twice in the same week. She hooked her thumbs in the triple strings and pushed down revealing a nicely trimmed triangular patch of brown pubic hair that was perfectly covered by that white material. She looked as if she were my bride instead of my mother. With one thrust I entered her and she let out a gasp. Her hair was shiny and radiant and her face was made up beautifully. What if dad is there?”
Mom smiled at me and replied, “I don’t care if your father is there or the whole neighborhood. Apparently my father didn’t do it twice in the same session, or twice in the same day, or even twice in the same week.
