Indian Delight - Curry & Cream

Mom had an ass to die for. Big. Full. Absolutely fuckable. She stopped and turned to me. "Don't you have something that could take a closer look up there?" Smiling at me, she reached over to the porn mag on my desk and turned the page, "Something long and flexible?" "Actually, Mrs. Peterson," I explained, "I have just the thing we need." Mom put a finger to her lips. "OOo," she simpered, "And what exactly would that be?" she asked as she looked around my bedroom. Maybe I should give her three guesses. Her eyes widened as she saw me pointing at my crotch. "I call it my own personal rectal probe. Works wonders. 100% satisfaction guaranteed. If this doesn't scratch your itch nothing will." What a charmer. I should be on stage treading the boards. Not so much vaudeville but pornville. Mom put her hand over my growing instrument. "Oh my," she gasped, putting a hand to her cheek, "It feels so big! How is it going to fit up my bum?"� Now there was a question that had set sail a thousand ships. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out one of Mom's thin rubber gloves and with the other presented her with a small jar of cold cream. Voila! Always be prepared for every eventuality. You never know when a little lubrication will come in handy. Ask an Eskimo. Wriggling my right hand into the glove, I let the elastic end snap back with a surprisingly erotic crack that had Mom staring at it wide-eyed. It was my turn to have a look at the porn mag on the desk to see what we had to do next. Ah. This will be fun. "So what do you want me to do, Doctor?" asked my Mother watching hypnotically as I dipped a rubber digit into the pot and scooped out a blob of cream. Uh, yeah. What did I want her to do? Where to start? I had a list as long as my arm but I kept to the as we had agreed. Which was kind of freaky when I start to think about it. From initial shock, through obvious reluctance, to breaking the ultimate taboo, and now enthusiastically encouraging me to play sex games with her, Mom sure was getting into the spirit of things Indian Girls Fucking and seemed to be really enjoying our little incest adventures. Not that I was complaining one bit you understand. Mom had sat on the end of my bed with her face just about level with my crotch. "Maybe I should take a look at this rectal probe of yours, Doctor. “I heard. Come off it Stella, you don’t strip in your spare time do you?” "And Gloria?" Her naked breasts swung freely as her torn and tattered blouse pasted itself wetly to her skin with the sticky coating of equine cum. You can go inside, but you might not like what’s there--” Claire pushed Samantha aside, not with sheer strength, but with her powers as a hall monitor. I replied,"You do know we aren't done don't you?" We rode for about another 5 miles back to the car before heading for home and then taking Vicky home. Indian Girls Fucking He had stated making some padding for the horizontal bars and when I went in he said that my timing was quite good and that he wanted me to lay on the ‘whipping-T’ in a couple of positions so that he could take some more measurements. ‘Pull up your shirt and show me that flat chest. "I don't know," the Pedo said, "It's all very exciting." Both her hands grabbed my naked rump, pulling on me. She broke the kiss, moaning, “Yes, yes! They had their back and forth, reasonings, justifications, etc, etc. On my way back home, my cell phone rang and it was my sister Susie. What position I want to lock myself and how? “Do me a favor, please call your boss on your company issued cell phone.” I paid for it all using the credit card my dad gave me for emergencies. Mom was playing a game and I was all in on playing it with her.