Mom rsquo s Massage
As her legs tingled with every jolt of her muscles. I could feel her cumming. Her breasts moved back and forth with every deep exhausting breath she was taking. Her hands were now running through her long brown hair, with tingling sensation. She moaned once more. As I looked at her, I had realised that this beautiful sexual woman was my mother.With a spasm through my body I had woken in a deep sweat. Had this been a dream? Or a nightmare? I was asking myself. Had I indeed just thought about my...