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Mummy s true passion part nine
We finished our breakfast and talked as if we weren’t mother and son who had just fucked like hell and as if I hadn’t voluntary turned into some certain kind of toilet and sex slave for my own mother. As mummy had taken her last bite she got up and gave me a certain look. Then she let fall her bathrobe which fell to the floor like the thick and mystic shadow of fresh and wet morning fog on a day in autumn in Southampton. Then I noticed my view following her smooth and strong body on its way...