Madre caliente 2

Part 2 I approached her ass and rubbed the piece well...I wasn't myself...she felt it and stood up quickly, telling me she was going to sleep. What was left of the night I spent thinking and couldn't sleep...days were normal my father would come home from work on Thursdays to Saturdays the next incident was Thursday night before serving dinner...I was watching TV...and checking out mom's ass...she wore a loose and short dress...sneakers and didn't have a bra...I discovered it when I raised my arms to take down the rice pot from the pantry and got caught looking at her.. _Dad is in the bathroom...can you get that pot for me? _I'm not tall, 1.60...get up on that stool...so she can give me ideas!!! She got up and I was only a little bent to discover tremendous ass...a pink thong almost non-existent divided her ass into two...her cock stood like a mast... _Help me now I said... _don't stop ...she answers...gets down well, leaving the pot on the table, but giving me the best view in the world...so embarrassing... _look how alone I can ...I didn't have a voice...couldn't talk...then I rushed and grabbed her waist, brushing against her butt....toooodoooo... _if you want after dinner we'll do general cleaning in the pantry...if Dad sleeps will you help me? Want to? And without any shame she adjusts the thong that had slipped to one side...with dress and all. _okay I replied... Dinner passed quickly, my old man with 2 beers knocked out and went to sleep...just then she came down quickly towards the kitchen... _what's going on here?! Everything is a mess...can you help me? And she savored her lips...look how late I am...she said. I just nodded with my head as a novice... She puts herself against the counter and scratches her booty...lifting up the view a bit... _get me the plates, Sweetie ...and in seconds I was behind her... _uhhh this dress... she says And it falls off her bra...she couldn't lift it with her soapy hand...so she asked for my help... Without saying word I'll lift it up and touch one tit...then she does like nothing...a complicit smile but still with the pretence of help... _can you reach for the jar and put it well in the middle?...from the cupboard...I clarify. _obviously...I nodded. I went back and pulled out the cock from my pants...placed it in the middle of her trench on the dress, she felt it and started to wipe herself with her hand...I started moving from behind to front...almost moaned...until I couldn't hold it anymore and spat cum all over my back..3 theBooty...the dress...good enough for today, I've read quite a bit...I'm done...I quickly saved my stuff and acted like an idiot...we'll continue tomorrow, son...and he left...as I was going up, I was looking at the dress all rumpled...entering his room...This photo is illustrative only.