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Now take my balls in your hands I ordered. She complied and softly stroked and fondled them as she slid her mouth over my rod. She inched down further toward the base of it each time she did a down stork. She had about 2/3 in by then. I started pumping at her face with thrusts. I let go my belt and grabbed her ears and used them to guide her into me. " I'm going to come down your little slave throat I told her, and you better take it all UNDERSTAND?" She nodded her head a yes. " Good so lets go for it" I replied.
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I then fucked her pretty face with a demon abandonment, forcing her ever harder to my rod and down to my base. At times she gagged and choked on it. I finally hit my release and shoved her to the hilt. AAAaaaaaaa. I came deep in her throat. I held her there as I pumped my load into her. She tried to breath but it was hard. Swallow it I demanded. She did as I slowly slid back and pumped my last drops into her. I was all sweaty and breathin so hard. Dam it felt good. I pulled out of her mouth and told her to stick out her tong. I squeezed out the last bit of come on it and she swallowed it to. All I want for Christmas is My Mom's Sweet Love By Jaz I still can't believe what happened to me. December 25th 1999 is a day I will never forget. That is the day my mother raped me for the first time. (Merry fucking Christmas you bitch!) I mean it was just cruel and sick and nasty. There is no excuse, no rational explanation for her Gang Hardcore Pictures behaviour. It wasn't just that she raped me, it was how she did it, the utterly despicable way she went about it. I guess I'm getting ahead of myself a little. To understand you have to go back a year to the events just before Christmas 1998. Let me start at the beginning. My dad died when I was 14. My mom and I struggled to put ourselves back together. For 2 years we leaned on each other for support, because we had nobody else. My mom is really young she had me when she was still in high school. In some ways she was more like a big sister or best friend to me than a mom. We laughed and played together, had tickle fights, and talked for hours. Sometimes she would just hang out in my room and read or watch TV. I guess on some level I must have loved her in a romantic way for a long time. I just did not KNOW it until I saw her pictures. I found a crate in our attic with around 20 old Penthouse magazines. Upon closer inspection I realized the centerfold was my mom!