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Nonsense No. 4.
In posting “Mom is an AV actress” (six), had made a small summary of these stories, I strive to each of these stories have their own style, of course, due to poor writing, many places can not meet their own requirements. Miss Ballroom favors the chaotic, AV actress favors the obscene, of course, in the end, love still returned, which has to do with the environment, we all know how developed the Japanese pornography industry, as long as you can think of, you can find in Japan, you can also buy the film.
The Beast Trainer chapter is in America, and it wouldn’t be surprising to see even how atrocious the Yankees do, but here’s one more thing: this time it’s a real stopgap, unless we can find Brother Talon and Sister Cindy and Brother WLE.
The one that left me the most unsettled was this Thai Bathing Girl, a story whose structure has long been done, but which I’ve been slow to get around to. In my mind, Thai people are very mysterious sexually, mysterious and seductive, promiscuity, child prostitutes, sirens, and then there is the Thai bath. My little brother just really enjoys the Thai bath girls massaging with their bodies.
I’m not going to talk too much about it, so let’s start with this article.
preamble
This article contains incest, group sex, erotic ingredients, do not like friends please exit immediately, underage people please do not read. This article is welcome to be reprinted, except for yellow libraries! Reprinted, please specify the source, and please do not change the author’s name, and to retain the previous statement.
Catalog.
Prologue, wedge
I. Attractive body
II. Mothers at work
III. Perverted Japanese Guests
IV. Mom’s suitors
V. Other People’s Brides
VI. Indulgence
VII. Settlement
VIII. Confessions
IX. Top of Desire
X. Love nest
Prologue, wedge
Sitting in the spacious office, but my heart flew to a faraway place, until now I still can not be sure of that choice of their own, the heart is still hung up on that young man, hung up on everything about him.
But there is one thing that I do not regret now, nor will I regret in the future, even though as an Interpol officer, I made that decision, that act of being a police officer in his own right.
Two months ago, after six months of grueling training, I became an enviable member of Interpol. When I received the letter of appointment handed to me by the team leader, God knows how I felt at that time, I vowed to fight evil with all my life’s experience for the sake of peace and stability of the world, and never let the villains slip through my hands.
It’s hard to predict, and I never thought that my first case would make me… Let’s go back to July 20th, when I was fighting Q3A with my colleagues in the office, or maybe you don’t know, but that’s pretty much what life as an Interpol officer is like… there are not many assignments in a year, and most of the daily routine is just a matter of training and elimination.
When we saw the team leader walk in with his briefcase clutched, still having a good time, the team leader, though thirty-five years old, is a game fanatic, I quickly waved for him to sit down, this guy, though very gentle, is a devious killer when it comes to playing games.
The team leader was sweating profusely that day, and threw his briefcase on the table, but instead of sitting down, he turned off the power at once, and announced: From now on, everyone will stop taking vacations, and will stop all contact with the outside world.
What? His mom’s, old man’s horse has a birthday today.
The leader of the group looked as if he were a yakuza boss and put on a cannibalistic face to get us to line up in the playground.
Two dark Thai police officers led by our chief, note that this is our chief, who waved his fat hand and shouted gruffly, “This is Inspector Chan, this is Inspector Lee, they’re here to…”
According to the information from the headquarters in Paris, six drug dealers from Thailand have infiltrated into our territory and want to use the route to do business in Japan, and the headquarters has asked us to catch them at all costs, and the code name of the operation is “Blaze”.
Blazing his grandma, it’s killing me to fish for sand in a sea of people on such a hot day.
The orders were relentless, and all the members of our group were out in force, so perhaps the gods opened up and let me, a newcomer, take credit for it! By August 5th, I found an important clue.
The photo was of a handsome young man, whose age should not be different from mine, and the boy seemed to be resistant to my pursuit, and every time I had to block him, he managed to sneak away ahead of me.
And so the chase went back and forth, to the Twelfth Day, to Japan.
People seem to have some kind of desire, the more vigorously you flee, the more attentively I pursued, and with the assistance of my Japanese counterparts, I finally blocked him in the hotel early in the morning of the fifteenth day of this month.
A couple of skinny Japs wanted to be taken to the police station to have the aftermath handled by them, which I flatly refused to do, not only for the sake of false credits, but mainly because I wanted to talk to this guy.
Now I have to say that I kind of liked, or even respected, him when I met him, he had honesty and confidence in his eyes, and he was as open to me, an Interpol officer of his age, as if he were a friend.
I chartered a room in a Tokyo hotel to wait for my return flight and also to wait for my coworkers, as it is customary to have more than two people to escort a prisoner.
For the next two days, I bought him whatever he wanted, and finally, he made another request: he wanted to meet his mother and his wife.
I knew that he would not live long when he went back, and it must be a death sentence. Being a person with a sense of justice, I agreed to his request and let him make the call in front of me, and I cannot think of it now, but at that time I did not suspect that he would call his accomplices to assist in his escape.
Another day later, his family arrived from Thailand, and only a woman in her thirties showed up at the hotel. She wasn’t his mother by any stretch of the imagination, but she was a few years older than his wife, and as I watched them hugging and crying, I closed the door and stepped outside…
That night, I slept in the doorway of my room.
The gasps and yells from the room reached my ears, but I was secretly happy for them and relieved to be able to help him in such a small way.
The next day, the woman said a lot of thank you’s to me and then was strong enough to say goodbye to him.
The moment they broke up, I distinctly heard his mouth call out ∶Mom!
The word confused me, I yanked him by the collar and walked inside, asking him seriously why, and his answer surprised me even more: “That’s my mom, and my current wife.”
This liar drove me crazy, and after a few punches and kicks, he cocked his head and yelled at me, “Even if you fucking hit me again, I’ll tell you that I love my mom, and now she’s pregnant with our child, hahaha…”
His appearance became obsessed in an instant, and he looked out of the window with hooded eyes, murmuring, “Mom, I’m going to go and raise our child…”
Listening to his sobbing whispers, my heart followed with a heavy heart, perhaps I still know too little about the world, perhaps there is indeed too much true love in the world. I brought him a cup of coffee and placed it on the table.
In that moment he looked me in the eyes and began to tell me about him and his mother, and when I heard it, I forgot who and what we were and let him cry in my arms.
August 20, two thousand years.
When my short, fat coworker called me at the airport, I suddenly had a decision, and even though I knew it could cost me my job as a criminal police officer, I was so strongly motivated to make it.
When my coworkers arrived at the hotel where I was staying, only half a handcuff was left in the room, and the young man had probably escaped while I was buying cigarettes.
The following is told to you about this young man in Thailand, whether what he says is true or not, but I would rather believe it than let him get killed and leave his mother’s wife alone.
Now I just hope that he has returned to his mom and that nothing will ever happen to him again.
I. Attractive body
I haven’t had a dad since I was born.
And half of the reason I survived is because it was meant to be.
Mom secretly ran away with a man when she was 18 years old, which was unacceptable to my grandpa and grandma at that time, and they made a decision after looking for her several times: if she came back, they would beat her to death; if she didn’t come back, they would pretend that they didn’t give birth to this child.
Mom was dumped by the man after living with him for two years because he had the opportunity to spend time with an ugly rich lady, and according to Mom, he actually married the ugly, lecherous woman.
By the time I broke up with the guy, my mom was pregnant with me.
Grandpa and Grandma’s statement mom has known for a long time, she has a home and can not return, perhaps too much stimulation at once, mom in turn become very strong, is, for the belly of me, is a must to abort.
Mom began to secretly seek out abortions, but the money she could offer was so small that no one would do something that would be a criminal offense.
At that time she also thought of death, and before seeking it she brought a pair of scissors, which had been the only weapon she could think of and which she had used without authorization.
Mom was waiting at the intersection where the guy had to go, and rushed up to him just after he and his ugly bride got out of the car. Unfortunately, the rich businessman had hired bodyguards, and in one swift motion, he snatched Mom’s weapon away, followed by a flurry of punches and kicks.
The men laughed as they watched their mom lie upside down on the side of the road.
In order to move easily, mom was wearing a tight velvet pants, under their kicking and punching, blood leaked red pants, mom knew it was going to be a miscarriage, and did not go to the doctor, but instead, she herself bounced around the room as hard as she could, trying to squeeze me out as fast as she could.
To this day, my mom still talks to me about it all the time, calling me his beast and how she can’t get rid of me.
Then my mom saw how strong I was and finally decided to have me.
When the man left, there was a month’s worth of food left in the room rented by mamma, and in order to live, she chose the most common, and most efficient, trade in our part of the world-
Prostitutes.
I was already four months old in her womb at the time, and in order to hide her slightly bulging belly, my mom always chose those tight underwear with translucent tulle over them to go out on the street to find customers.
I’ve seen pictures of my mom when she was young, innocent looking like a child in the world, she had big talking eyes, so even though the guests didn’t blame her after finding out this secret about my mom, who was stroking me with her hand across her belly while wriggling her thighs to meet the man’s rod.
There had also been a man at the time named Ruwa, who became even more infatuated after finding out that his mom was pregnant, and put large sums of money into her panties every month.
My mom was born with a kind of bewitching nature, and whenever she made love to Ruwa, she deliberately patted her belly and coaxed me inside while making that guy speed up his thrusts and screamed “good boy” and “son” again and again.
From then on, we were destined for this life.
Time flew by and I grew up in an environment where my mom and guests were teasing me.
When I was about fifteen years old, I had my first wet dream, and I took my underwear off, pointed to the mucus on it, and asked my mom, “Mom, what’s wrong with me? Get me a doctor.”
As I said this, I stared at my mom’s lower body; for convenience, she wore thin, see-through clothes around the house, and through her light pajamas, I could visibly see a few strands of thin, dark hair along the edge of her tiny panties.
At that moment, I understood why I had an erection.
“Mom hit me for the first time and warned me, “Next time you look at me like that, you won’t be allowed to eat.”
From then on, whenever we had guests coming over, my mom locked me up in my little room before changing into those nice clothes of hers.
But I can’t forget my mom’s place, not only when I dream about it, sometimes even in school classes will also think about it, at night, listening to my mom’s room gently gasping, listening to my mom’s “big cock, big cock” screams, my hand can’t help but put on the rod rubbing.
Maybe I was too stupid to learn to shoot a gun the year I turned seventeen.
My grades were always bad, even though my mom beat me for three days, but my heart was never in it. In a chance encounter, I bought an adult magazine, and this baby became my only secret, I secretly took it out every night, and practiced secretly by the light of the moon.
I became obsessed with these magazines, and soon that little cabinet of mine was so full that I secretly dug a hole in the ground and hid them in it for fear of my mom finding out, and then covered the floor tiles on top of it.
I can still remember what happened that night. My mom made me kneel in front of her and scattered the magazines and photos all over the floor. She grabbed me by the hair and slammed me, yelling at me, “If you keep this up, mom won’t want you anymore, and you’ll never come back!”
I promised my mom that it would never happen again. Looking at my bumped head, my mom held me in her arms and instructed me with tears in her eyes, “Mom wants you to be more competitive, and you’ll have to raise it when you grow up!”
I have to admit I was an evil person, evil beyond redemption. Two days after my mom put away my magazines, that promise was pretty much forgotten, but I was really afraid to go buy them back, and after a few days of tossing and turning, I found something to drill two holes in my house.
One burrowed under the bathroom door, so if I got down on the floor, I could just about see what was going on in there.
The other burrowed by the outside window of my mom’s bedroom, so if I picked the curtains with a stick from the outside, then everything inside wouldn’t be a secret to me.
Once that was done, I began to look forward to house guests and to my mom taking long showers in the bathroom.
Every night, I turn off the lights early. Mom even praised me for this, but in fact, how could I sleep? Listening to the flirting between mom and the man outside, listening to the inspiring sound of the cannon, my hand has never left the rod.
The opportunity finally came after I had been waiting for it for a long time.
That day, the guests did not stay overnight, after sending the guests away, mom pushed open the door to my room, in bed, I turned over on one side, talking in my sleep on the other. Mom quietly teased the corner of the quilt for me, before leaving with peace of mind.
After five minutes, I snuck up and gently opened the door, and sure enough, as I expected, the bathroom was lit and mom was in the shower!
Along the way I slowly approached the bathroom, then got down on the floor again, poked through the camouflage of painted paper on the outside, and put my eye to the hole to look inside.
For ease of work, my bathtub is mounted underneath, is the rim of the tub is exposed on the floor, and my mom’s every move is so clear from my point of view as I look in.
Mom lay on her back in the bathtub, eyes closed to enjoy the flow of water, with the undulation of the waves, hidden underwater two nipples one by one exposed, although mom is more than thirty years old, but the two tits did not look loose. Full breasts in the water under the impact of the swing and swing, red-colored nipples like in the teasing general bouncing.
Oh… Mom, you turned out to be like this, not at all worse than those women in magazines. With this thought in my mind, I fumbled my hand into my panties, and my rod was already at its peak under the stimulation of my mother’s torso.
Mom lifted her legs and rested her bare feet on the edge of the tub, and between her parted thighs I got a clear view of her pussy, and it turned out that she, like those women in the pictorials, had shaved there at some point.
It seemed Mom liked the exposure too, so I rubbed my rod and stared unblinkingly at her pussy as she teased the water and slid her fingers around the groove. She parted the two plump pussy lips and cleaned her fingers inside, so if you replace the fingers with a rod, I guess it’s what the books call fucking a pussy.
I almost squirted at the thought.
What if…? I mean what would it feel like if I put my rod inside mom? Would it really be that comfortable? Though I didn’t dare to carry it out, the lewd idea excited me to release my dick completely, and it could look much scarier than before.
Mom washed her pussy and picked up another bottle of potion and sprayed it in there, which I knew was a disinfectant. We were having an STD epidemic there at the time, and I was trying to think of ways to warn mom about it, so it seemed like she was pretty good at it.
After decontaminating her pussy, Mom turned around and lay down on her back in the tub, her hips high in the air, and I could have sworn it was the best ass I had ever seen in all my life, not only was it round, but mainly her deep crack in her strut, the deepest I had ever seen in any photo or magazine!
Mom’s hand reached out from between her thighs to clean her anus with her hand, and I began to regret my mistake in drilling the hole, since I couldn’t see her asshole buds from this angle, and while I thought about my remodeling plans for the next day, I was looking forward to Mom’s quick change of position.
Mom didn’t do what I wanted, but another thing she picked up made my rod swell even harder, it was an anal detector covered with protrusions, this kind of kinky device came from Japan, according to the book, it can make a woman reach a lustful orgasm, could it be possible that mom was going to masturbate?
At that time, my sexual knowledge is from the book, then to see the word “anal sex”, my dick will be raised, to see my mom’s anus masturbation, for me, is no less than a dream in general.
Mom poured sanitizer on it and slowly inserted it into her butt crack. So she was trying to sanitize it, and it looked like that guest must be having anal sex with mom tonight!
Watching her mom slowly push the thing, slowly pushing it to the end and then slowly pulling it out, her beautiful ass slowly wiggling as she pumped and pulled.
My thoughts were getting more and more evil: Mom’s asshole must be tight enough, if… I mean, if it could hold my rod and shake it like that in front of my face, I wouldn’t have wasted my life if I wanted it once.
Mom dabbed at the sanitizer a couple of times and finally got the inside washed, she stood in the tub and rinsed her whole body with water, and even though her slender thighs were so important to me I didn’t dare to peek any further, and when I got back into bed I did hear the door open.
That was close! If mom had found out then, maybe she would have beaten me to death.
Ever since that peek, I could never forget my mom’s body, and in order to discover more of her secrets, I decided to widen the hole in her room a little more the next day.
I’ve never been to Thailand, and the Thai baths I’ve enjoyed may not have been all that pure, so it’s a good thing this story wasn’t meant to be written primarily about it, which is just as AV actresses aren’t primarily written about filming either.
The story between mother and son is the thing.
Also: if any of you can remember Wang Xiaobo from this story, it’s the Time Trilogy!
I will be very happy with that Wang Xiaobo. Oh…
II. Mothers at work
As it was done late, mom always had the morning off. A period of time in the afternoon was fixed to go out, and using this time gap, I snuck out of school to work on my project remodeling.
After much practice, the hole in my mother’s room was enlarged a little by me, and from the outside it appeared that everything in her room was under the peep of the hole, and as a reward for this ingenious project I sneaked back to school to read, and God knows it was one of the most attentive afternoons I ever spent listening to a lecture.
The opportunity came three days later, the night a fifty-something Japanese publisher came by name, knowing that Mom was already a very famous Thai bath girl.
Mom flew to him like a bird in her beaded lingerie full of snuggly lingerie. Her tits, waist, and ass were on display in the gleaming beads. The sight made the old man look like he was seeing a woman for the first time, and although he spoke to mom, his eyes lingered on her private parts, and his mouth made vague sucking and smacking noises.
Mom’s expression was like a first rendezvous with a lover, lustfully watching the guy masturbate over her body.
In order for him to see it easily, mom twisted her waist from time to time, and her two legs even crossed back and forth as if she couldn’t stop.
Just when I thought my mom was being negligent, she pulled me up on the couch: “You have school tomorrow, go to sleep!”
I mumbled my mom’s name in my mind and happily ran back to my room, turning out the light as I locked the door.
It’s almost here, and the time I’ve been looking forward to is finally upon me!
Suppressing the joy in my heart, I lay on my bed in disguise, but in my mind I was silently counting the hours.
Usually mom would start her work twenty minutes after I turned off the lights, and later she told me about it and explained in a serious way
“Mom’s doing this for your own good, she’s afraid that you’ll affect your studies after watching something like that.”
They say time flies, but those twenty minutes felt like years. They say the more you look forward to something, the less likely you are to get it. Just as I opened the door and was about to walk out, my mom spotted me.
Her clothes were already off, and she went naked to the bathroom to get her props, and just as she bucked her ass and pushed the door open, my head happened to poke out.
It was the second time I’d seen my mom’s ass and there was no cover, and even though I knew the dangers of doing so, I didn’t want to pull my head back.
Her upper body leaned forward, her waist pressed low, which made her buttocks appear more plump, two petals of fine rounded buttocks as if to tempt me to touch it, erotic books and magazines always say what the most beautiful place of a woman is not the face, but the buttocks, this sentence can be really used in the mother is not bad at all.
Kinky ass!
The word came to me at the time and since then whenever I see my mom I get these flashes of something coming out of me. I stared at my mom’s body and my hand somehow went down my pants.
If, I mean if there’s a way to fix the time, then my cock can penetrate… into… mom’s… without any difficulty
I usually close my eyes when I’m thinking about something important, and this time I didn’t pay attention to it, and when mom came out of there, I was thinking about the most important thing, if it’s feasible, whether to penetrate her pussy first, or…
“You…!”
When I heard this, my first reaction was to close the door and run away, but something unfortunate happened, my neck was caught in the door, and although I knew that my mom was right in front of me, and that if I opened my eyes I could see her in front of me, you know that even if I had been given a twelfth of a dare, I couldn’t have lifted my eyelids.
“What are you doing?!”
Even though mom lowered her voice, I felt like thunder: “Mom… I… I want to drink water.”
“You…!” Mom was so angry that she couldn’t speak.
Usually accompanied by some of her very skillful methods after your word, I closed my eyes and kept my head down, just hoping this time it would be over in a few minutes.
Surprisingly, she didn’t make her best moves such as grabbing her hair and tearing her face, but instead said something that didn’t sound too serious: “I’ll count it with you tomorrow.”
Then I figured out why, she was afraid of me opening my eyes too.
It wasn’t until I heard the door close that my eyes dared to open, rubbing my squeezed and reddened neck as I lay back down on the bed.
Mom’s exasperation didn’t hit me hard, and I could still handle her handful of things. The scene just now remained in front of my eyes, I had once said that her slit was the deepest, so deep that one would want to pierce it with one’s hand to take a closer look. With that in mind, I got up from the bed again.
What are they doing? They’re not fucking, are they?
I couldn’t sit still any longer once the question was posed, so I just pulled down my shorts and might as well type it out.
Mom’s silhouette floated before my eyes, and I could see her latching onto the man’s body, her white shaking thighs and lustful cries of pleasure making it impossible for me to concentrate on what I was doing.
Better go check it out!
I gently, almost millimeter by millimeter, opened the door and stepped out barefoot.
I can safely say there was no moon that night, it was dark outside, and one was groping around barefoot with a pounding heart Mom, this time I’m going to see what happened to you.
I took a branch and slowly reached through the hole, and with a little picking of the curtains, then I mean, the men and women were just around the corner.
“Sir, why don’t you get down on your stomach and have a massage first?” Mom’s voice came from inside, followed by the man’s sinister smile: “Miss, look at my cock…” He stopped talking, thinking that he must have asked Mom to shoot him.
Fuckin’ hell! I’m gonna look!
I shuddered and gripped the branch, determined to take a stab at it.
“Why is Mr. Mister’s penis like this?” Mom’s voice became coquettish: “It’s thick, but the head is small, so you want to touch it…”
“A small head can be beneficial, miss know?” The old man seemed to enjoy flirting and smiled lewdly.
“What’s in it for me?” Mom’s voice got thinner and thinner, sounding like it came out of her nose.
“It’s only when the head is small that you can reach the center of the lady’s flower! Haha…”
“Sir, you’re so bad,” came a soft tapping sound from inside, “You’ve been trying to probe my heart from the very beginning, hmmm…”
Since I was a kid, I can assure you that I’m a bold person, but poking the curtains took a good five minutes. By the time I could see inside, Mom had already applied the bath soap to the old guy and was ready to begin.
In case I saw it, mom serviced her customers in her bedroom, building a small pool just north of the bed. Next to the pool was an inflatable leather bag, and the old guy was lying on top of it, and mom was sliding up and down on top of him.
“Is that comfortable, sir?” Mom braced her arms on either side of him and rubbed her tits from his shoulders all the way down to her ass.
“Nice kung fu lady oh, how many years have you been doing this?”
“I… what is Sir asking for?” Mom smiled and wrapped her arms around the man’s shoulders, pressing her entire body against his.
“That child of yours…”
Old man, what’s the point of mentioning me?
“Mister is mistaken, he is not my son,” said the mother as she mounted the man’s ass, “he is my cousin, who came here to study.”
Cousin? I was dumbfounded to hear that, back when I didn’t know about women’s sensitivity to age.
Her face gradually turned red, and she rubbed her lower body against the man’s ass, calling out softly, “mmm… mmm… mmm… sir… mmm… mmm… mmm… mmm… mmm… mmm… mmm… mmm… mmm… mmm…”
The tits jiggled up and down as they swayed, the two pink nipples standing straight up. Watching her movements, my hand couldn’t help but put it back down there, how nice it would be if it was me!
After a while, Mom got off the man, pulled her fingers around his cock from underneath, and whispered, “Mister, get your ass up in the air.”
What’s she doing? What’s the deal with this pose? My eyes widened as I waited to see my mom’s fancy out.
The old guy was so fat that it took a couple tries to hold on to the smooth skin. Mom put her legs together and reached between his thighs: “You can get down on your back now, sir.” She said, picking up a nearby varnish and pouring it down the man’s ass crack.
The oil ran down his skin, and Mom pressed her left hand against his asshole as her right hand reached down to rub the cock.
“Sir, could you hold it up a little longer?”
I couldn’t see underneath from my angle, but her fingers above were clearly sticking into the man’s ass.
“Oh… oh… oh… well done, ma’am…” the old man huffed and puffed.
“Mmm… Sir, your cock is so strong…” Although she was praising it, mom was smiling.
“Then you should touch it slowly, the stronger you are the more comfortable you will be… oh… not too deep in the back.”
“Doesn’t mister like it in the ass?”
“No… no, just not too deep.” The man turned his head sideways and pressed his face against her foot.
One thing to add is that mom’s feet belong to a very showy category, among women should be said to be the upper class, skinny not show bone, toe white belly rich.
“I’ll just go a little shallower then.” Mom stifled a giggle and rubbed her tits up the man’s ass, rubbing them gently and slowly, making me shiver.
After about ten minutes of work, the old man shook and greeted mom to stop, his cock in the middle of teasing to stand up high, the head does not seem small, mom smoothly grasp: “Sir, can do it?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.” The man wrapped his arms roughly around his mom and squeezed both hands around her, tits pinched and flattened under him.
“Sir you… don’t be so forceful…” Mom’s eyes flashed with panic.
Is this guy a pervert? His grandma, it’s okay to fuck mom, but if you want to torture her, you’ll have to look good.
I clenched my fists and got ready to work.
“Miss don’t be afraid, I’m not a pervert, I’m just happy to be like this.” The old man picked up his mom and walked into the pool: “Let’s start with a bit of mandarin ducks playing in the water, shall we?”
“I’ll do whatever you like, sir.” Seeing that there was nothing going on, mom’s mood immediately adjusted, and after giving her cock a few strokes with her little hand, she turned around and propped herself up on the edge of the pool: “Let’s do it from the back first…”
(to be continued)