Your mom’s ass was the town’s special, untouched, aside from your father, and veiled by the clothes she wore, a perfect example of hidden...

Your mom stood there in the waters of the beach, looking back at you, asking you if you took the shot. You were having trouble taking the...

You saw your mom’s ass drop with the weight of a piano falling down off of a building onto his hard rigid cock and then propel back up...

Your mom sat there spooning the sugar in her coffee mug, looking at her phone reading her co-workers messages, her blonde hair bathing in...

He felt the weight in his stomach, as heavy as a wet towel moving downwards through his bowels. He unbuckled and unbuttoned his pants...