Mom's Wedding Gift to You
It's the night before your wedding, and you've asked your mother to stay with you in the suite you got. You and your wife-to-be decided you wouldn't see each other starting the day before, and you can't think of anyone you'd rather spend time with than the loving woman who raised you. She did double-duty, after your dad was gone. Of course, she's touched at the sentiment, and agrees to stay the night. You stay up, chatting and reminiscing. She goes to slip on something comfortable and comes back in a silky, lacey black gown. You can't help but stare......the conversation moves to how young she was when she got married to your father, when she got pregnant with you. You admit that having a young mom was sometimes challenging, because your friends always teased you about how hot your mom was. Your mom blushes, laughing, insisting that you must be joking. "No," you tell her, "they all thought you were such a babe. Of course, so did I. I still do..." your mother looks at you with a funny smile, telling you how sweet you are, getting a little closer. You feel your cock rise as your mother slides even closer on the couch, leaning in, telling you how handsome you are...until her lips meet yours, pressing against you. She pulls back, apologizing, but only for a moment before she leans back in, redoubling her efforts and kissing you hard on the mouth, moaning against your equally eager lips. You feel her leaning back, dragging you with her, pulling you on top of her, grinding against you. Your mother, writhing beneath you, begs you to touch her, kiss her, lick her hard pink nipples. She begs you to take out your cock, to rub it against her hungry and wet hole, to put it in. You oblige your mother, red-cheeked and panting beneath you, desperate and begging for her own son's cock. It takes little provoking for you to push yourself into her, thrust in and out of your horny mother's hungry hole, pumping her over and over as her breasts spill from the lacy black fabric. You watch as her tits bounce with each thrust of your cock, until she begs, pleads, insists that you cum inside her, deep, deep inside her. You let go with a heavy thrust, filling your mother with a thick load as she purrs and smiles. "We've got 12 hours until you're a married man," she says, "let's make the most of it!"
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