Apart from mom sleeping peacefully on her bed, her room was empty. I guess the black man mom had brought home had taken off. I stood there for a few moments, unsure of what to do. The room smelt of sex and sweat. A part of me wanted to desperately crawl into bed with mom, the same bed where I had often held her while she had cried Hardcore after the divorce, taking her well-fucked body in my arms and rubbing my cock against her soft body. In the end I chickened out, backing out in the hall. Just as I was leaving, I noticed a pair of mom’s panties near the door. I quickly grabbed them as I made my escape. In my own room I examined them. Red, lacy, very, very sexy. I brought them to my nose, inhaling deeply mom’s sweet scent. I looked around my room, wondering where I could hide them. There was no way I was going to return this pair. The next morning, we both had woken up late. Mom didn’t mention anything about last night, and I also knew better to bring it up. Mom just looked tired and sleepy, no doubt from the alcohol, and her eyes dropped from drowsiness as she asian fixed me breakfast. I guess after the fucking she got last night, it was understandable why mom was moving so slowly and gingerly, her soft white body was probably still sore from last night. I noticed that the sash of her robe was loose; giving me an eyeful of her soft, white tits that were spilling out of her flimsy nightie. She was either too tired, or did not care enough to close her robe, unmindful of the perfect view I was getting of her sweet, luscious creamy breasts. I had a brief flash of the black man’s dirty lips sucking on mom's sweet titties, slurping and slobbering on her soft, milky white flesh and suckling on her japanese delicious, strawberry pink nipples, much like I used to do years ago, and despite having lost doggystyle count of the number of times I had cum last night, listening to my sweet, busty mom getting fucked all night by a black man, my cock throbbed and started getting hard in my PJs yet again, which were still crusty from last night. It was early morning as I strolled along the teen beach, sandals carried in my hand. Lazily, I kicked at the sand, it was the finest and softest sand, I had ever seen. The sun had already begun to warm. There was not another soul in sight, except for one fishing boat, way off the shore. This is Mauritius, one of the most beautiful places in the world. I should be feeling ecstatic to be in a place like this. The tears rolled down my cheeks, as I sniffled. It wasn’t fair, why had she dumped me? What had I done wrong? The thoughts tumbled through my mind. I came to a fallen coconut tree, collapsed down onto it, and wept. My body shook, my grief was overwhelming me. The deep feeling of loss and loneliness. “You wicked futa, yes!” It drove as deep as it could in Becky’s fuck tunnel, then returned to pleasuring her throbbing clit. She needed someone inside her and wanted them now. Yes that’s it, keep cumming baby!” She held me until eventually my clit was too sensitive for me to touch it anymore. I met him and his wife at a social event in our gated compound. “The college corrupted you, Lola!” Georgia teen said. She had pulled her right arm into her robe. “Yes, Mommy!” Perhaps not the kind of reaction he was expecting. A rush of nervous excitement thrilled her when she sat on the couch, naked under her robe, and watched TV with her daughter. It was crowded and people were brushing up against us. “Mom, asian I think we’ll pass on the tea,” she said. “Honey, I think you’re everybody’s cunt tonight! She could feel his head on the outside of her pussy and so badly wanted to let her body lower so that it entered her. The dog slept carefree on my sleeping doggystyle bag, my sister and I didn’t get any sleep at all. You would have use of all three…. “Compliant, yet defiant, I see.” It flooded her cunt. Samantha fired her futa-jizz into my hungry mouth. He licked his lips as he glimpsed her nipples poking thru her t-shirt. Had I stayed this morning, we’d probably still be in bed fucking. We had not been here a week and I had made swimming a daily feat. She spread the mat on the floor and placed two pillows on it. There would be plenty of recreational time for the couple, who were in their mid-thirties. I am home from another fine day at work. Roger and Mike bought a couple books and settled in the shade to read and listen to the river. I settled into the passenger seat, removed my top and sank down into the seat as I fasten my seatbelt. His body was warming up causing him to sweat in the loving arms of his new pink haired mom. We had so much fun.” I told them “it was my pleasure, I had fun too.” Jenny asked “if they can join us and hang out for a Hardcore while.” I said “you sure can”. japanese