Mother knows best, doesn't she?
NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic s*x, incest/taboo s*x and of an adult, explicit, s****l nature.
Enjoy.
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I looked at her standing there naked except for a pair of high heels. She ran her hands over her breasts and smiled at me, "You like?" I smiled back at her, stroked my c**k and said, "No, I don't like, I love."
Oh baby, for a young man you sure do know the right things to say."
As she walked toward me I thought, "Thank God for trashy Southern girls. If it wasn't for one of them I wouldn't be here and loving this."
She sank down on her knees in front of me and said, "Stop playing with yourself young man. You know that's my job."
I stopped stroking myself and leaned back to enjoy what was coming. As her mouth closed ar
