His dear, sweet mother.
Posted Nov 29, 2014 by DarkOne | 114 views | 0 comments
Hmmm. I think I could have lived my life comfortably in those panties for several minutes longer than I allowed myself. The satin stretched across my firm ass in a way that made me glide my hands across the fabric like the very satisfied pervert I am. Examining the shape of my bulge inside her underwear gave me a momentary revelation that I, perhaps, look much better in them than she does. I'm speaking of my friend's mother of course. The foolish mother of my oldest of childhood friends had carelessly left her door open. Consequently, I was feeling so, so curious. Being 13 does that to you. You have those tenacious urges that must be satisfied. She had always been an on again-off again subject of lotion involved escapades, in the bathroom, my bedroom.. Sometimes even in her room.. But now I really did it. I conquered her underwear drawer, and before too long, the panties themselves. Don't worry, I slipped them back before they were missed. I couldn't allow such a delicious looking ass go unrewarded. Those panties were practically a Persian robe against my manhood, and to this day I still can't remember just how much of my pre-cum ended up littering them in small unnoticible drops. I guess some memories escaping me, tender as they are....
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