She asked my son to confirm that was possible and he quickly showed her the control panel where she could set any camera to any level of access, and s...he kissed his dick in gratitude right in front of me.“So, what should I do then?” I said awkwardly as I walked over to where Waverly was seated on the carpet.“Take off your panties, and I’ll go get the razor. Just lay here and play with yourself,” Waverly laid the camera out so that I could see my face and my pussy and what the room was able to. Magar auty utke mera lund pakdi aur uskoo ragad ne lagii main kuch na kaha..Bhas dar ke mare kapne laga tha.. Aunty kaha muje khush karroo main kissi se kuchh na kahoongi.. Phia mera darr gayab hogaya aur aunty ko bet pe bitayaa aur landd ko uske mooh mein diya woo uskee suck karne lagii aur main ahaa ahaaa ahaaa ahaaaaa kar raha thaa aur aunty ummm um umm karke choss rahi thi usne kaha muje kisi ne chodha nai uncle marne ke baadh dil kiya ke main chudwayoon kisise magar kehna payi magar tu. Then Danny came inside me (Uhn! Mommmmyyyyy! Uhn! Uhn! Ahhh. . . . Uhnnnn!"). After that we have never been the same. But we fuck almost everyday and are closer than ever ("I'm still your mother but I'm also your fuckin' whore, son--you understand?"). Oh, how I loved to ride his cock!Even at the age of 44 I loved to wear miniskirts at home and bend over to show my handsome and virile college-age teen son my thonged ass. It was round and firm and smooth and sweet to the taste. I rotated it round. Anyway, 5 minutes later she does it again. Only this time it’s not as subtle. So I reached over her to get my water and when I pulled my arm back I brushed up against her big tits with the back of my hand. She says sorry. They always get in the way. I said don’t be sorry. I did that on purpose. She looks at me with this smile and I move in for a kiss. She moves towards me and enthusiastically kisses me back. Shoving her tongue in my mouth. We are kissing for about 5 min when I put my hand on.