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Mona walked over to Steve and let her robe fall to the floor—revealing her succulent breasts and luscious body.
She rubbed her body against his—pressing her hot cunt on his hard, throbbing cock … pressing her tits against his trembling chest … letting her hands rove all over his muscular body … caressing his ass and thighs while lightly squeezing his balls.
Mona was proud of her son, and she was pleased with the way he was learning the thrills women want from a man—making sure she was the lady who would answer all his questions with her loving body.
Valerie Martingale paced restlessly about her bedroom, puffing nervously on a cigarette. Steven, her tall, dark, handsome son was home for the summer from college, and she wasn’t prepared for him. He was home a week early, catching her completely unsuspecting and off-guard to the extent that he had let himself in through the front door, and caught her walking through the living room stark naked.
Steve’s seeing his mother’s voluptuous, still firm and satin smooth body nude was no big thing, of course, because they all walked around naked a lot. This was a family habit established years ago. Valerie, her husband, Cleveland, their daughter, Beverly, and Steven, all strolled about the house in various stages of undress, up to and including complete nudity. But Valerie didn’t like being caught unawares like this. She had just stepped out of the shower, where she had industriously finger-fucked her hot, gushing pussy almost to the point of orgasm. She had been heading for her bedroom to get her vibrator and finish the job when Steve walked in.
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