Mom’s eyes rolled as she smeared the device in the juices seeping from her cunt. A glistening dark pink slash of flesh above which lay a triangle of coiled hair, far darker than the sandy blonde sash she was always wiping away from her face and collecting behind her ears. Porn sex Really giving my cock a hammering would have seemed dangerous. For about twenty seconds she writhed in an ecstatic transport as I held onto the vibrator, rammed deep inside her, almost holding her back it seemed from leaping away from the couch to God knows where. Anyway halfway through the movie Mom said; “Shit I can’t stand this. I just didn’t know what it took, and what I could take. None of this would have happened if mother wasn’t hyper-sexual of course. Porno sax muzak. Her body was completely splayed but every few seconds it spasmed stiffly, arced away from the couch, and a moan would accompany the movement. Was this just some sort of sex education exercise? None of this would have happened if mother wasn’t hyper-sexual of course. I’d seen dildos and vibrators in magazines but was fascinated that someone somewhere had designed and built this implement in the same way people built toasters or flashlights.
