Not that I didn’t have the presence of mind to admire the view as mom climbed on the mattress ahead of me, her derrière a delectable distraction. Mother’s hips bucked hard as she was provided with an enormous release from the highly charged tension of the serendipitous moment. Indian hot xxx I mean that solid hard – stretching the skin, ruddy helmeted, stout shafted erection; that wanted nothing more (or less) than the gaping pink flesh of my mother’s hole – that yearningly yawned open directly before my face. At least mom was thrilled with what I had in my jeans from my maternal genes, and willing to resume her messing around with generously proportioned male members of the male members of her family. Since I was engaged in important matters at hand, and knowing I was all alone in the house, I didn’t get up right then and shut my door again. The taste of mom is delicate, almost like a light olive oil (not virginal though!). She had a secret yen for ‘big-meat’ as she and her sister liked to call them. Her crotch was soaked. . Not that the MILF of my heart needed any more natural adornment. Even though I’ve blown my wad once this morning, – well, it is morning and I am eighteen – I had another round loaded
