I couldn’t very well tell Mum that I wanted to fuck her, even though I really did want to. I was certainly enjoying it. Indian sex video started praising her more. She didn’t know how well developed my cock and balls were. For as long as I can remember, Mum and I have always lived on our farm. When the break finally came, it was all so simple. Even as we were climbing into the back seat I was still trying to get my cock into her. I had stolen a pair of her sheer knickers that I kept hidden in my room. I couldn’t very well tell Mum that I wanted to fuck her, even though I really did want to. It was broad and dimpled, round and smooth, creamy white, with that exciting dark valley dividing its luscious halves. She kept up the pattern of revealing her charms. I stepped up to her ass and pushed my the head of my rigid cock against her pussy. When we finally got home, I literally tore her clothes off, I threw her onto the bed and fucked her yet again before we fell into an exhausted sleep, in each other’s arms, happy and sexually satisfied for the moment.
