My Mother The Model
Fbailey story number 477 My Mother The Model She just lay there as I massaged her naked beasts, squeezing her woman flesh, and tugging on her hard nipples. I was sitting on her stomach at the time, her hands were holding onto my headboard, and she was giving out tiny screams of pleasure with each orgasm. Then she begged me to fuck her. That was where I always woke up… I had been having that same sexual dream every night for the past two weeks…ever since I walked in on my mother in her bathroom. Now my mother is beautiful and I do mean beautiful. She was a model up until just before I was born, then she quit her job to raise me. She has a whole scrapbook of beauty pageants, photo shoots, and …