Making Mom Mine Pt. 01

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A son describes his first mating with Mom
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She is so beautiful that she can qualify as a goddess
Much prettier than those movie star faces
My Mom she was owner of a beautiful gem
19 year ago from where I came

The pain, regrets and sorrow my father gave
Made him no longer an owner to the panty hidden cave
The cave was covered with hairs light and mild
Waiting to gulp someone caring and wild

That day, she looked so pretty and hot in blue
My wood was hard of which she had no clue
I quickly went to her and tasted her lips
That made her feel, the bulge in my hips

Slowly and lovingly, I started licking her neck
The skin tasted like a fresh vanilla cake
Mom raised her hands exposing her pit
It was the best dish in lunch that I could eat

She was now lifted in my muscular arm
No longer could she resist, Her boy's charm
With mom in my arms, I stood like a Greek god
My shoulders felt when her fingers clawed.

She was so soft and light just like hay
I could carry her around for a full day
One hand fondled her soft juicy tits
While the tongue tested her milky arm-pits

Lifted in my arms like a helpless child
Mom started expecting something wild
I could hear her hot moaning sighs
While my other hand explored her skirt covered thighs


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