‘You can take them off, Ron, my panties, go ahead, please.’ Okay, I thought, so I took the bottom hem on each side and pulled down as she lifted h...er hips up. I already knew she had dark brown hair on her pussy, it showed through her panties. Then, she spread her legs wide for me as I bent down and planted a nice, wet kiss right on her slit. I felt her shiver a bit as her hand caressed my face. ‘You can take yours off too, Ron, your underwear,’ so I slipped my briefs down and kicked them off to. Now it was only me and my mother.Describing my mother, she was 5ft 2 inches in hieght, average built, but very sexy face and her long hair, which was the best feature of her body and lets say her worst enemy also, as it was her hair that forced me to make her my slave.I have a long hair fetish and am espescially fond of pulling hair, ofcourse roughly.When I was a kid i used to sleep next to her sometimes, and would pretend to be asleep and pull her hair or grab her hair and just say that I had. Egan O'Callaghan," he told us."Well, Egan O'Callaghan, I am going to need to heal those ribs of yours before you can do anything," I told him before using my Magic senses to check his ribs. I found some bruising and two cracked ribs."Pull off your shirt," I told him. "I need to repair the two cracked ribs that you have and the bruising." With his shirt removed, I placed my hands on either side of the cracked ribs and began a spell tracing its sign on his skin over the ribs with a finger. It was. And watching him fuck your brains outwould get me even hotter than ever. And then I’d bury my facebetween you legs and suck all his come out of your pussy. Andwatching me do that would get him so hard again he’d have tofuck me. And after he’d fucked me crazy you’d have to butt inand suck all his come out of my pussy. And then, and then, andthen, _OH GOD_, Kimbra! _O-o-o-hhhhhhhh!_” The story of course didn’t really have an ending. The endof the story was.