I had never seen her other than fully dressed; she was my mother after all. Asian xxx I couldn’t touch my mother’s hair since it was so carefully groomed for the occasion, so I leaned against a table and held on to it as her soft carefully painted lips touched the tip of my hard throbbing cock, and her tongue came out for a playful tickle. It wasn’t always at night, of course. “I think I love Kerry.”
“Mm-hmm?” she answered, with her tongue nicely working on the underside of my cock inside her mouth, when she glanced at me over the rim of her glasses. This was nor nightmare neither a dream, though, but my mother’s head moving under there as she sat beside my bed.
