And she kept staring at my cock for 15 seconds ..admiring it .She then put her mouth above my cock and spat on it .Her hand then started to move slowl...y towards my shaft and before you know it .. her hand is around my cock .I realeased a strong moan as i could see a smile not fading away on her face ,She started stroking slowly while her other hand other hand squeezing her boob .I reached out my hand to touch her boobs .. she slapped it hard ,Mum:"No ... you dont get to touch this "Her hand. Now those who seen it first hand spread the real story, or this portion of it with the Chancellor and Charity. ********************************************************************So effortless is the movement from the Great Hall to the quarters of the Chancellor she does not comprehend the move until their dance stops and she is able to look around. Quickly enough they move on to their second dance for the evening, one so long in the expectation for both. Garments are shed and each takes the. Wo boli kitna bada hai me hath me bhi nahi sama raha meri chut me nahi samayega ye or mene use muh me lene ko kaha wo na boli mene fir uske muh me dal diya bad me lata ko leta ke uski chut pe hath ferne laga use maja bhi aa raha tha or dard bhi ho raha tha lata ke muh se aahhhh … Aahhhhh … Ki aawaj nikal jati thi or use thoda maza aane laga to me ne pucha lund dalu to lata ne kaha dard to nahi hoga na mene kaha nahi pehle thoda hoga bad me maja aayega to usne ha keh di mene condom chada. I took it and swallowed it. The taste was superb. I rammed my tongue into my moms’ cunt and started to lap away at her. She was now moaning away in pure i****tuous lust. It finally struck me. I had my tongue inside the deep, loose, hairy, soaking wet vagina of my own mother and she wasn’t my mother anymore. She was my lover. I loved it. I was licking the salty vaginal secretions of my own mothers aroused pussy. The same pussy that I once had come from. These thoughts were filling my head and I.