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“It’s that maternal disposition Hardcore I think; the desire to make everything all better.” Mom took her breasts by the piercings of her nipples, and laid them on my pelvis. The tattooed domes pillowed warmly, the pliant meat pressing upon my crotch, and surrounding me. “She just wants you to know she loves you, and there’s no love as tender as mother has for her baby boy.” She pushed her breasts together around me, the nipples pointing outward with the deformation, then she dropped her head again, her chin dividing her bosom, which then coalesced as she rose, concealing my freshly-lathered shaft with her warmth. It was an oddly maternal way for her to suck me, as much an attempt to comfort me as it was to pleasure me. I would’ve preferred threesome that she just suck me like a whore, and remove any of our relationship from the act, but she didn’t. She made it clear that she was still my mom, and I was still her baby boy, just like Lucy said. I could feel my perception of her changing, my carnal mind corrupting her image with every lecherously maternal action she took. Had I ever noticed how great her body was? Had I ever appreciated the detail of her tattoos, how the many patterns and symbols contoured to the curves of her, how her pristine flesh was made a canvas for ink? Had I ever noticed how pretty she was? Emily looked just like her. I closed my eyes again, tightening them and turning my head, not caring if Emily’s visage formed in my mind. But it was only Mom. Mom’s mouth pulled gaunt to suck me, Mom’s neck bulging with my girth, Mom’s breasts squishing around me. Lucy’s laugh rang out in my head, cruel and sweet. I opened my eyes again, my heart thundering, panic overtaking the arousal. Mom’s eyes clarified when they saw mine, and she slowly withdrew. “It’s OK, baby.” Mom whispered gently like she had some many times when I was young. Only when she was soothing me after a bad dream, a string of my cum wasn’t bridging her lips. She massaged my pulsing cock with her tits as she looked at me, her face full of love, “Mommy’s Big Boobs here. Mommy will make it all better.” She rose, her ample bust rounding proudly over blonde the flat expanse of her belly, which converged into a pelvis that opened to wide hips and thick thighs. My mother’s pussy was blushing and wet, the clit engorged and the slit dilated. I couldn’t form the words to protest any longer. I only stared, struck by her forbidden beauty, my eyes running covetously over every inch of her tattooed surface. The warmth of her radiated onto my crotch as her thighs overlapped my own, her belly relaxed into mine, and her breasts flattened against my chest. She stared into my eyes, our faces a breath apart. “Will you kiss me, Daniel?” She asked, blue eyes filled with hope. I didn’t answer, but simply parted my lips. She leaned in, her gaze never breaking from mine. Our lips touched, electric tingles passing between them. Her breath was in my mouth, then her tongue was. I couldn’t stop myself. I locked my lips with hers, and joined our tongues, tasting her lust and love, marveling at the devouring nature of her mouth. She was atop me, and I was shackled, but she still felt like the submissive, following the lead of my passion as I poured my self-hatred, disgust and surrender into her. Oh, she was a sweet thing. She moaned into my mouth, needful whines as she pressed to me, her lips and tongue begging for me. My arms and legs flexed and fought in their restraints, desperate to be free. Lucy released me, but I didn’t attempt to fight or flee. My hands shot forward, the fingers sunk into my mother’s succulent flank, the heels pivoted to drive my pelvis upward. “Make love to me, Daniel.” Mom whispered breathily into my mouth, “Show Mommy how you treat a woman.” I lined Brunette up my shot, pressed my tip to her petals, and drove every inch into her. She cried out, relief washing over her body, making her loose and languid everywhere but her insides, which contracted greedily around my girth, trying to take every inch of me into her heat. Our eyes stayed locked, the realization of what we’d just done dawning on us both. There was a fleeting moment where I felt the horror touch my mind, but then it was driven way by her tender smile, her eyes glinting, her quirked mouth gaping with pleasure. I growled around my own grin, and drove into her. The flood of juices in her loins had an uncontrollable rush about them. I Hardcore thought at least my bottoms are wet now so the area around my pussy would not be visible. I can afford things like that, easily. It will now be easier for you cause another to feel physical pleasure. “So, where are you head to now”, she asked. If you ever want to see her getting fucked again, bring her to me, I can make sure she gets it good and hard any way you want it." threesome I...” I could make this right. Not that she didn’t truly love her husband. The girls from the family were all shocked by a naked, wet Disha standing there. “Yes, little bitch?” Finally, I plowed up her ass and as she shimmied in a mini-climax, I emptied blonde up into her darkest tunnel. She blushed and shot me a warning look. David winced as he saw the bloated, discolored face and furrowed neck but told McKenna that he wanted to see all of her. Wet Big Boobs dreams for sure. Her father was there reading Brunette the paper. I remembered the heat of battle. God did he look hot! "Then no dress up."