Danny's birthday

Danny woke up slowly. As he did, his hand found his dick. As always, it was swollen and hard. He began to caress slowly his huge, long penis standing, as he wondered what day he would bring. It was his 18th birthday and his mother had promised him a surprise for his birthday, but I couldn't imagine what it could be.

But her idea made her dick turn on in a threat. He had recently begun to have some very indecent thoughts about his mother. He was upset because he could think of her the way he thought, but he couldn't help it.

While he was there thinking about his mother, Lana, his hand started moving up and down his cock faster. He and his mother had lived alone since his father's death five years ago and Danny met her more and more beautiful when time passed.

I didn't know why, but I was always imagining how she would look naked. Maybe the fact that she was beautiful and had a knocked body contributed to her crime, but she still knew that he shouldn't have such bad thoughts about her. While his mother was forty-five, she was looking better than any 30 years in the neighborhood. In fact, in her eyes, she was by far the most beautiful woman in the city. However, he knew he was out of his mind for thinking about his mother that way, especially while he was beating his flesh.

However, he could not help but wonder how he would look totally naked. I had seen her in several stages of undressing, but never totally naked. When he was wearing a one-piece swimsuit, he could barely keep his eyes away from his beautiful and long legs. He had the best legs. Every time he wore a long dress with a cleft on his side, he almost stood in his pants looking at his long, tanned legs blinking through the cleft. God, what legs he had, he thought of himself while his hand worked faster and faster.

Then his thoughts went back the night his mother had just returned home from a dinner. He went to bed so he'd stopped in his room to say good night. Seeing that his door was a little outside, he had looked inside. He had seen his mother sitting on the edge of her bed throwing her swamps through her long, curved legs. Initially, I hadn't noticed him standing there and at times, he was naked from the waist down. The only thing between her and the whole nudity was her frilly, lacy half-bra. I couldn't believe what he was witnessing and he felt growing so hard, his dick started to hurt while he was there looking at her. He had even been able to see his little pale patch of pubic hair covering his tight, taut subbelly. Then she had started to get behind her and drop her bra. Looking with an expectant, he had waited with a fever for her to look like her brassiere. Looking at his big, hard, pink and puffy nipples hitting on the top of his bra, he waited. So, for some reason, he had looked at the door. He recalled that none of them had moved for several moments as they looked. Then finally, she had blushed and pressed her dress on her nudity. He remembered being ashamed beyond belief, as he had returned to his room without even saying good night. Once there, he had quickly masturbated with the image of his bare breasts in his mind. Fortunately, I didn't say anything the next day. But after that first time, he had found himself trying harder and harder to catch her in committed stages of undressing. Strangely, it seemed easier to observe his nakedness than before the incident. For any reason, he seemed less concerned about him seeing her than before the incident. Thinking of her, he kept slipping his hand up and down his big cock. Sometimes his mother would catch him looking at her and smile weak and blushing.

Danny might feel little by little approaching the point of no return while he was sleeping with his mother. As he started moving his hand faster and faster, he suddenly realized the smell of bacon in the air.

That would mean his mother was downstairs cooking breakfast for him. Suddenly, his mind was full of a perverted image of his mother cooking breakfast in a naughty, fried corset. In her mind, she imagined her bending with her beautiful naked breasts hanging from the corset. Although I had never seen his breasts completely naked, I could imagine how wonderful they would look. Big, soft and white like a hollow cloud. I could even see where the weakness ended and started her tanned skin. He felt an ant with perverse emotion through his dick while this erotic fantasy filled his head. dangerously close to cuddling, he felt his dick hardened even more.

Desiring to prolong the delicious feeling of evil, he stopped strangling himself. Holding his giant dick in his hand, he closed his eyes and let his mother's image shine through his mind. The image in his mind seemed almost real as he watched his breasts hanging, full and heavy as they were staggering and trembling. In his mind, he had dressed her with a red pair of racy, fishing net hose and high heel red flaming to go with his red corset. I couldn't believe how incredibly beautiful she was when she moved over the kitchen preparing her breakfast.

So, he thought he felt a weak, almost indistinguishable breath of air flow over his pounding cock. If I hadn't been so excited and sensitive, I wouldn't have noticed the breeze. I wonder if he had left his window open, slowly opened his eyes and started to turn to the window.

Before he could turn, he saw his mother standing at his door holding a tray with her breakfast on it.

"Oh, shit," he spent pushing his dick standing under his decks.

His whole body became red with beet as he looked at his mother standing at the door with a stare on his face.

"God, mother, I'm sorry," he threw himself, "I didn't know you were there."

"Uh," he said, clearing his throat, "I could see that."

"I'm sorry," he murmured apogenically.

"Well, happy birthday," he said, a curious little smile playing delicately over his mouth, "I thought you'd like to have breakfast before giving you your present, but maybe not..."

"What... Danny stuttered, stunned by his sudden appearance.

Danny didn't talk, but he looked as he was slowly approaching his bed. Although it was early in the morning, he had taken the time to make up. It's not that she needed it, because she was beautiful with or without it. Decepted, he said he was wearing his old terry- cloth robe. It was a thick cloth of terry with long sleeves and covered it from neck to knee with its plain without sex. It was definitely not the costume I had imagined he was wearing.

"But since I brought him here," he said, standing by his bed and bowing down, "you could eat it while I tell you about your birthday present."

He put the square food tray over its hidden hardness. It seemed to Danny that I had pushed him a little harder than necessary, but maybe his imagination was working overtime.

He quickly started eating to hide his shame and avoid having to respond to anything he had to say.

"I really don't know where to start," he said gently, hitting slightly.

"I thought hard and hard," he continued as I saw him eat, "about your 18-year-old gift. You have everything money can buy. Your father left us very well, financially, so I could give you almost everything you could want in that kingdom. But then I asked myself what I could get that money couldn't buy. Something no one else would give you. And finally something you wanted a lot."

Passing for a moment, he was nervously filled with the top button of his bathrobe while he seemed to be collecting his thoughts.

I wonder what it might be like, Danny kept eating. What could give him that money he couldn't buy? What would anyone else give you? What did she really want? In his current state he woke up, briefly considered something very vulgar, but quickly fired him from his mind as he blushed again.

It was several seconds before Lana continued.

"I finally decided what I would give you, but now that the time has come for me to give you my gift," he blushed again, "I wonder if I can move on with it."

Relistening, he nervously put the button through the button hole in his robe. Then his hand moved towards the next button.

Danny had almost finished his breakfast as he looked at it, wondering if he realized what he was doing. It seemed to be just a nervous gesture, but it had bounced the top button.

"I've seen you grow and grow," he said, "and I've noticed the way you've looked at me recently. I realize you're 18 and your hormones are gonna explode all the time. I also know that kids your age fantasize about their mother."

Turning bright red again, Danny felt a wave of shame and humiliation washing on him as he seemed to be reading his mind. How would I know? Maybe it had been too obvious. I wanted him to have a hole to drag while he was sitting to see him innocently. He was such a sweet and wonderful person, how could he even think of such disgusting and despicable thoughts about her? He was ashamed to imagine her doing something sexually. Why did you think those things about her when you knew I could never do anything to hurt her? He was almost in tears, punishing himself for having such perverse and evil thoughts about her.

But even when he rebuked himself, he took a whip from his soft, seductive perfume and felt his penis burn uncontrollably. Fortunately, the tray covered him and his mother had not seen his cock jump. It was horrible, he thought of himself. He hated himself for not being able to control his animal impulses in front of his dear and sweet mother.

"It's natural for a child to imagine such things," he said slowly, "while on the other hand, we both know how bad it would be to think of something so morally wrong. So bad, we could go to jail for it."

"While children fantasize about their mothers, mothers can also have feelings. Especially if a mother lives alone with her son. Especially if a mother has no other men in her life." She said, her voice crunching with emotion, "There is no stronger love in the world than that of a mother for her son. Do you know?"

"Uh, I, uh, no, uh, I know..." he blabbed awkwardly, growing more and more embarrassed by the minute.

"So when I started thinking about your 18th birthday," he went on, sliding the second button through his hole, "I wanted to give you something to show you how much I love you. And equally important, I wanted to be with you when you left childhood and traveled to the mysterious kingdom of manhood."

"Then I had a crazy idea, but I didn't know if I dared to follow her," she smiled with love. "I started reading books about the rites of passages in many different cultures, and I discovered that my idea was not so rare."

Stop for a moment, he breathed deep before he continued.

"I found my gifts to be gifts that many mothers give to their children," he said, his voice became excited, "unless it is not done in our society. But I felt you were mature enough to understand what I was giving you. I thought you'd be man enough to accept it, and you have the discipline to understand its true meaning. I'll offer it to you. It's up to you to accept it or reject it. I hope you realize how much it takes for me to offer you these gifts. I'm ready to give you the most sacred gift a mother has to offer her son. I went through my decision for many nights without sleeping, but finally after several months, I am convinced that they are the right gifts."

Stupid, Danny was bewildered by the formality of his mother's dissertation. He thought he could understand some of his insinuations, but he wasn't totally sure when he finished his breakfast and put the tray on the floor by the bed. After he had done so, he wanted him not to do it because his hard, swollen evil was now evident under the thin leaf.

"I hope you know how much I love you," her mother started over, playing with another button in her blanket, "and she would never do anything to destroy that love. The gifts I offer go hand in hand. If you accept one, you have to accept the other. It's up to you to accept or reject. But you must remember you can't have one without the other. You must understand. Do you understand it's up to you to take it or reject it? Whatever you decide, you must remember that there is a second part of the gift and you must have the discipline to accept it. Discipline is one of the first things you must learn as a man. Do you understand?"

"Uh, I, uh, I think so." Danny was stalling, starting to understand the gravity of his concern.

"So if you're sure you understand the magnitude of my concern, I offer you as a birthday present," he said dramatically. While he was talking, he got up and dropped his robe on the floor.

Danny couldn't believe what he saw. His mother was now before him dressed almost identical to the way he had imagined her in his mind that morning. He was wearing the same bright red corset he had imagined he was wearing in his fantasy. It was made of bright and red sheet with lacia black glove straps at the bottom and cooked, lifting vessels at the top. The half-body brassiere raised its huge, soft and white breasts, leaving its nipples hard and swollen looking up.

"Oh, my God," he was erased as he felt his dick and he was springing under the sheet and his eyes swept over his body.

His long, beautiful legs were wrapped in black fishing hoses and he was carrying a couple of brilliant red stiletto bombs as he had imagined. Then suddenly he felt dizzy as he looked down at the tuft of soft, curly and blond hair covering his soft, exposed overflowing.

"I wanted to be the one who took you from childhood to manhood," he whispered softly, "if you want me to. And you?

"OH, GOD YES," he turned out, as his anxious dick hit and uncontrollably goes down under the sheet.

"Thank God," she left, bowed and quickly returned the sheet from him.

Danny was watching in unbelief and panic as his mother looked down at his manhood exposed to wonder and shock.

"Oh, Danny," she cooed, "you're so beautiful, hard, and big."

After a few moments, he shook his head and dragged on his bed.

"I must confess that I love you as much as you love me," he left as he lay next to him, "and I don't know what he would have done if you had rejected me."

Rolling on his back, Lana quickly extended his long and charming legs, preparing for him.

"Take me," he said, "take me, my son, and I will show you the many, many forms of love."

Danny clumsy acclaimed to his hands and knees. His giant cock hit back and forward perversally as he fought between his beautifully extended legs. As he melted over her, he saw his hand fly to his giant dick. Taking from her cobbing, dancing the weed, she gassed at her size while jumping over her wet pussy, waiting.

"Oh, honey, I hope I can take your whole dick," she hit, pushing the huge, mauve head down into her woman's gap.

"Oh, God, I love you, mother," Danny moaned as he felt his dick head brushed against the soft, wet heat of his mother's femininity.

"Oh, yeah, I love you too, baby," he put in as he drugged his big rubber head and went down the wet, drooling prop of his pussy.

Already on the edge, Danny could barely avoid the explosion while he was pushing towards it. Almost immediately, he felt his rooster head falling into the incredible heat of the cavern of his forbidden flesh. It felt as if he had put his dick in a boiling bucket of juices as it slid deeper and deeper in his nail take. He knew that both would be killed at any time for committing such sin.

"OH BABY," Lana yelled as she felt his huge penis slipping into her, forcing her vagina to stretch and dilate to accommodate her enormity.

The overwhelming magnitude of what he was doing suddenly came down on him like a ton of bricks. As the whole of his incestuous union became reality, the soft and sucking pull of his mother's velvety vagina became too much for Danny. Unable to contain another second, he led all the length of his long foot cock down waiting for his mother's softness with a powerful push.

"OHFUCKITSSOBIG," she erased while her hot hardness cut her all the way to speed.

At once her belly hit her, her big cock exploded inside her with the strength of a fire hose. The giant cock, powerful crooked and thrown a huge stream of thick, white, hot cream inside your tight pussy.

"OHOURCUMMINGINME," he shouted, kicked his legs and took his heels to his son's ass, forcing him even deeper into the hot plug, pulling his vagina.

So, your son's giant cock burst into it again and felt his own orgasm starts, at the bottom of his soaked pussy. As he grew up and won in the impulse, his son's huge cock continued to masturbate and sprinkle thick, hot, jets of his burning, holding the sperm in his huge pussy. The spasms broke his body became stronger and stronger as the wave after the wave of animal pleasure washed on it. There was never any of them that much passion and pleasure.

Like two rusty wild animals, they worshipped and fought, clinging to a primitive ritual of death. However, as their bodies collided together, the only thing to die was their innocence. In and on, they fought, both gasping and groaning until at last their bodies could not take any more. They suddenly collapsed into bed in a bunch of wet, sweaty meat.

Danny woke up slowly for the second time on his birthday. As I fought slowly towards the consciousness, I could feel something hot and wet wrapped in his dick. Opening her eyes, she looked down and found her mother lying between her extended legs lovingly sucking her dick. Seeing his bob and dancing around his dick, he felt quickly growing hard again.

Feeling it grow hard, her mother opened her eyes. Looking at him with almost all his flaccid penis in his mouth, he gave his dick a long, hard suck.

"Good morning, again," she smiled at him, letting his big fat cock slowly slip out of his mouth, "did you like your first birthday present?"

"Oh, God," he yelled, smiling again at her, "I thought he had died and gone to heaven."

"I did too," he said softly, bowing and directing his soft, pink tongue to the length of his hard, lush cock, "was the best forever."

Looking at him sensually, he raised his giant penis one more time. On her way down, she was slowly sucking the big swollen head of her monstrous dick back to her mouth. While watching his soft red lips slowly slipping his swollen manhood, he could feel his soft, silky tongue mocking and tearing his sensitive dick head. Always so slowly, she sucked more and more of her giant in her hot and tight mouth until she had six inches of her foot long prod inside her mouth. I could feel her passion rise once again as she lovingly sucked and played with him. The evil of his incestuous marriage was so sexually exciting that he could barely contain his burning. I didn't know how much longer I could postpone the inevitable as I raised her goose egg-sized balls and roll them gently in her hands. She could feel the hot softness of her silky soft hands while she adored tight and caressed her big sperm generators. She was quickly becoming too much as she dazzled and sucked stronger and stronger. The unbelief of awakening to his mother's feeling by sucking on him had already led him to the point of eruption.

"God, Mom, you better stop," he said, "or I'm gonna roast."

Stopping for a moment, he let his cock slide slowly from his mouth as he looked into his eyes with love. Looking down at his dick, he saw it glowing with his saliva as he slid out of his mouth, wet and hard and mature.

"I want you to fill my mouth with your sweet, hot cream," he whispered, "and let me suck you until I swallow all your sweet, hot cream."

He felt his dick lurking dangerously as he spoke and quickly sucked him back into his mouth.

"Fuck," he spent as he felt his burning lips around him once again, quickly slipping through his rod.

He felt his dick trembling and swollen with pre- rash enthusiasm as his mother continued to throw and suck on him. He could feel the semen in his big, hard balls start boiling and bubble like his soft, full lips lying on his loaded weapon. Looking at her, I couldn't believe it was happening. How could he be lying in his bed with his mother between his legs devouring his evil? The pure evil of her was too much to accept. He felt his balls swollen and trembling as they sent a hot rider from his white syrup spraying to his mouth. His eyes opened while his mouth was full of his creamy foam. She swallowed as fast as she could, but there was so much, some of them escaped around the axis of her dick and tricked her chin.

Sucking and swallowing as fast as he could, he got sick on his giant dick while he took off again and shot another big gob from his thick power in his mouth.

Her mother tried to keep up with the sperm flood she was spilling from her mamut penis, but some of them still managed to escape and drip her chin once again. Over and over again, his dick masturbated and spat his foam load until he thought he'd never stop. But he finally did.

"Oh, shit, God," Danny moaned as his mother continued to suck gently and nurse in his slowly shrieking cock, "mother, you're gonna kill me if you keep that way."

"You liked it," he finally asked as he left his fat, swollen penis slipping out of his mouth.

"Oh, God, yeah," he spent, looking at her.

"I'm glad you did," she smiled, her lips shone moist from the sperm coating that covered them and deceived her chin.

"I've never had it so well," he sighed looking as his little pink tongue jumped and licked his lips, beating his sperm.

"What would you like to do next?" he smiled malchievously, standing on him in his hands and knees with his heavy and full breasts hanging on his thighs, "Or would you like to take another nap?"

"I'd like to try you," he taught you, reaching and gently caressing your big hanging breasts, "and it makes you feel as wonderful as you have made me feel."

"Oh, that sound is good," he said expectantly, "it's been so long, I've almost forgotten how it feels."

"Bring your beautiful little, uh, pus, uh, pussy on top of her then," she said, blush and stabbed, not used to talk to her mother so familiar.

With his long, tanned legs around him, he slowly crawled through his body.

Danny stared at unbelief and worship as his huge round and overflowing breasts moved on him as his mother crawled into bed. Then he felt that his cock was grasped with depraved desire as his mother's soft, wet wife appeared above his face. It was the most beautiful view I'd ever seen. It was wonderful, he almost took his breath. The forbidden entry to his mother's soul. It was amazing that her mother's pussy was just stalking inches of her face. Looking up, I could see the thick, fleshy lips falling, shining with their juices. The puffy lips on each side of the sacred opening of his vagina were covered with a soft, deplendable forest of twisted and wrinkled blond hair. It was unthinkable, but it was only breathing away from the center of every erotic thought that it had had for the last six months. His mother is a beautiful core of love. Not only could he see it, but he was offering it. I just thought it was enough to make his giant dick jump up and down with emotion.

He suddenly realized the softness of his mother's thighs as he tightened his legs together, down his pussy on his lips. There it was, the same place where it was conceived. The place where he had spent nine months of his life and now he was returning to it as he slowly sank into his face. Then suddenly he could smell the hot mouth of his femininity as the hot softness of his pussy slowly caressed his lips. Tentatively at first, he relieved his tongue over the silky softness of his vaginal lips. He was licking his mother's pussy. His dick jumped dangerously while depraved thought ripped his head off.

"Oh, my baby," his mother moaned as she felt her tongue in her wife.

Slowly, affectionately, he sought the fleshly folds of flesh for his button of joy.

"CHRissttt," his mother gassed while his tongue found him.

Poking on the hard button of the nerves hidden inside his fleshy cave, slowly felt the ease of the pod until it was judged hard and ready. He quickly attacked him with revenge, beating his tongue forward through her without mercy as his mother wrote in delight.

"Oh, my God, yes, honey, yes, do it right, do it," he yelled, his hips groaning and jumping savagely.

Danny couldn't believe this woman was his mother. Not his dear sweet mother who had never spoken even a word of curse. I've never meant to be the least sexy. This was the woman who had disciplined him when he was wrong and praised him when he was right. He had given him comfort when he needed comfort and now he was becoming a literally shaved maniac right in front of his eyes.

When he arrived, Danny took his mother's perfectly rounded buttocks and pressed his pussy dripping even stronger while his tongue spilled his swollen clitoris.

"OHFUCKYES, OHFUCKYES, OHFUCKYES," he shrank as his hips trembled and bounced the cunt juice splashing all over his son's face.

Like a man who went crazy, Danny looted his mother's little crying clitoris. Faster and faster, his tongue dragged back and forward, leading his mother closer and closer to the point of no return.

Now he was milling his pussy in his face while he threw it at him. He could feel his pubic hair wrinkled mould on his cheeks while devouring his sweetness. Then without any warning, his lips were bathed with a radish of hot and fragrant juices.

"OHMYGODIMCUMMIINNNGGgggg," his mother screamed as his body began to masturbate and spasms uncontrollably.

Pounding his arms around his hips, Danny hugged his pussy against his face. Holding her imprisoned in her arms, she devoured her filthy as she cried and cried with pleasure.

"Oh, God, I love, I love, I love, oh, my, baby," she left as she continued to take him down.

The flow of his sweet nectar followed and continued as he kept crying and twisting until he finally collapsed, rolling next to him.

Even though she had thrown him away, Danny followed her and continued licking and mocking her clitoris until she took her head off gently.

"Please, honey, wait a few minutes," he sewed, "he's too sensitive now."

"Did you feel well, mother?" he asked ininnocently.

"Oh, God, yes," he deleted, "he never felt so good with any other man. Never, never. It was beautiful."

After a few moments, Danny hit himself until he faced his mother. They both stood on their side looking at each other's eyes for several seconds. Finally, Danny bowed forward and always so gently kissed her in the mouth. The kiss, soft and tender at first soon became brutal and demanding as they crushed their lips together. After several seconds, his mother stopped gas into the air.

"Oh, my, baby," she said, "You're already a man and you know how to make me so hot."

While speaking, she ran her hand through her chest, on her floor, the hard stomach to her agitated penis.

"My God, you're already hard again," he yelled, wrapping his hand around the thick and blue of his giant penis.

"Just touching you does so much harm," she cried as she slowly caressed her hardness with her soft, tight hand.

Danny was happy to let his mother hit him gently for a while. Then slowly he came to his hands and knees by his side, his giant cock swearing of his groin perversally.

"My baby wants another gift," her mother was shaking, rolling on her back and extending her long, bronzed legs.

"Very bad," he grunts, crawling between his stretched legs.

"Mom's present is already open and ready for the baby," she sewed, slapping her wet, drooling pussy open.

"God, mother, is beautiful," Danny shrank, looking down at the fleshly pink meek of his mother's holiness that was now open and wet.

As he dragged, he grabbed his blow, his cock overflowing and slowly began to bend it to his love hole.

"Mom wants the whole baby inside her house," she whispered. "Put it in Mommy until it goes deeper, Baby, please."

When he spoke, Danny felt the head of his colossal cock touching the heat, the moisture of his waiting femininity. An electric shock ran through his body as he slowly forced himself to fall into the hot and sucking depths of his mother's pussy. Although it was huge, she was so hot and ready, her giant penis sliced into her hot pussy and flooded like a knife through the butter. Forming the narrow channel of his hot and sucking pussy to accept his enormity, he got deeper into the core of his forbidden motherhood. Like a monstrous rib, he hit his way through the hot, slippery pod until finally his stomach was thrown on it.

"Oh, God, it's all in me," she spent while she pulled her pussy muscles around her twisted dick.

"Oh, my God," he yelled, feeling the juices of his pussy burning his dick, "I love him."

Holding his cock buried inside it, he reached and hooked his elbows behind his knees. Grumpy, he raised his long legs, formed up and higher until finally his thighs were pressed against his huge soft tits. He was now completely exposed and at his mercy as he slowly removed his penis.

Passing only briefly, he quickly marked his dick back on his brutally. The strength of his push was such that he almost took his breath. Then he slowly withdrew again and hit her hard. After several brutal blows, he stopped attacking her and began to fuck her with long penetrating pushes that were buried to the handle inside her hot and sucked pussy every time. In and out, in and out, he slid into his giant peter as he got in and groan in worship and delight.

Time seemed to stop as they fucked and fucked. Then suddenly, she was consumed by the wicked fire of another orgasm while her body was shaken and tormented. Although he could feel the havoc of his orgasm through his body, he did not resist and continued to hit his cock in his deep and hard.

"OHYES, OHYES, OHYES, BABYFUCKMOMMY!," he grew up as his whole body uncontrollably shook.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the last turns of his orgasm faded. Danny kept feeding his giant penis inside her while she voluntarily accepted it. When he got to his ass, he took the cheeks from his ass, bringing blood as he nailed his nails, taking her stronger and stronger. However, he did not succumb to the passion of the moment as he continued to lead to the hot and bolted depths of his sound of love over and over again.

Then for the second time, it was possessed by a burning orgasm. By taking so much his teeth were chatting, she was whipped to the heights of pleasure that were so intense, that they were terrifying. I have never experienced so much joy and delight with any other man in his whole life. It was too much and it started to sow well, but Danny kept fucking with his mercy.

"Oh, Mommy, uh, are you okay?" he was able to grunt between the push while finally feeling close to the release.

"God, Ah, Yes, Ah, I, Ah, I feel, Ah, Wonderful," she spread among the blows of her powerful engine, "Shit, Ah, I, Ah, baby."

By feeling his own culmination quickly, Danny began to fuck his mother stronger and deeper. Soon his hips were a blur of rose while his dick was hitting inside and out his wet. The moist and shining sounds of her love creation were filling the room together with the grunts and groans of the two lovers. Closer and closer he came until he was finally on him like a demon.

"OHMYFUCKINGGODDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!" crashed while his mamut cock exploded inside his mother's drained pussy for the second time that day.

"OHYESBABY!" he shouted again as he stumbled into his fourth orgasm of the day.

They were once again like two beasts who fought as they grilled and scratched. His bodies got obscene together while Danny's dick spat his powerful cream on his mother and then retired for a moment before crashing together again. His macabre, incestual dance followed and followed as Danny's elephant penis spilled and spurred into his mother's pussy. At times his pussy was full to overflow with his thick, white love milk and began to spill out of his pussy. Still, it wouldn't stop until they were both covered with their sticky hot sticker.

After he finally stopped, they remained unmoved, their bodies crushed in a deep and passionate embrace for the longest time. Then, slowly, they separated.

"OH," she won when her still big cock jumped out of her whipped and bruised pussy.

"I'm sorry, Mommy," he apologized as he was rolling on his back.

"All right, honey," she smiled at him, raising his warrior and giving him a love squeeze, "it's so big."

"Not now," he sounded tired, looking at the clock by his bed and seeing that it had already passed noon.

What a birthday, he thought. Not only had he had sex on his birthday, but he had been put on by his mother, the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Thank you for a wonderful birthday, Mother," she said gently, turning and looking at her again.

"You're welcome," he smiled bad, but it's not over yet. "

"What, what, you mean there's more," he asked, he just dared to believe there might be more.

What do you mean? He wondered. Maybe they were gonna make love for the rest of the day. That would be amazing. Even when he thought about it, he felt an ant of emotion through his miserable manhood.

"Why don't you take a quick nap," she smiled at him, slowly sitting, sending his breasts in an adjustment of tremor and tremor, "and when you wake up I will have your other present ready."

"Well, I could use a little rest," he yelled, "I'm spending my time trying to keep up with you."

"Oh, naughty boy," he laughed, standing. "Go to night for a while and Mommy will prepare your other gift."

The morning events had drained Danny emotionally and physically and in a short time he was asleep again.

It felt like he had slept for a moment when he felt coaxiated when he woke up from a wet heat wrapping his sleeping manhood. He disappeared into consciousness and opened his eyes. Groggily, she saw her mother sitting between her legs with her cock in her hands. Unable to understand what he was doing, he was enjoying the feeling of his hands as he gently massaged his puncture.

What was going on in the world, he wondered like a paralyzing panic shake through his brain. Why was I doing this to him, fighting to remember? Suddenly, everything came back to him and slowly relaxed.

"Oh, you're finally awake," he smiled to continue caressing his big, soft dick. "I thought you were gonna sleep all day, so I decided to wake you up."

"Huh," he responded with sleep, looking at the clock and seeing that it was already five o'clock.

He had slept for more than four hours, but his thoughts were still angry and slow. While trying to shake cobwebs from his mind. Looking back at his mother, it took him several moments to realize that he had removed his lingerie and was naked. God, she was beautiful, she thought of herself as he was drunk looking at her.

"What is it?" he asked with a bewildered look on his face, "You look drunk."

"I've never seen you naked before," he whispered, "and you are, you are so, so beautiful, it almost hurts to look at you."

"Oh, my God," he blushed brilliantly, starting to raise his arms to cover his big, round breasts, but stop, "that was the most wonderful compliment any man has ever given me."

"I meant every word," he said. "You are Venus, Aphrodite, and Helen of Troy all wrapped up in a wonderful woman and I love you with all my heart."

"Close that before you make me cry," he laughed gently, but he couldn't stop two big, wet tears from caressing his cheeks.

"I'm sorry," Danny apologized, I wasn't sure what to do or say, "I didn't want to make you cry."

"Well," he started, cleaning the tears from his cheeks, "I have your last present ready if you'd like."

"Really?" he said, looking around the room quickly without seeing any evidence of a gift.

"Yes, you fool," she shook him as he looked at him looking around the room.

"I don't see it."

While watching in advance, his mother slowly rose to her hands and knees.

"You would like this," he asked, turning and presenting it with his butt turned.

"What, uh, what he..." stalled as he looked at his glistening behind, "you mean, uh, you mean..."

"I mean, you'd like to have my other place," he said softly, "is the place that women keep only for those men who are very, very special. I've never given it to another man. And you're my very, very special person. I want you to have my virgin anus."

Danny was speechless as he looked at his mother's rounded background. It was a wonderful work of art. Both of the large and soft flesh balloons were impeccably soft, but firm at the same time. It wasn't hard, but neither was it. It was perfection. So while his eyes were looking for the core of his other place. He suddenly realized that he had covered his anus with some kind of lubricant and that's why his ass was shining in the boring light. Then with another revelation, he touched his cock and found it covered with the same slippery substance. A screw of pure sexual emotion was torn though his brain as it finally came to him what he had planned. He wanted me to take her in the ass.

Danny almost fainted with rapture as he saw his mother looking over his shoulder with an expectant.

"Well, can't you decide?" he asked, slowly isolating his beautiful mellow in it with enthusiasm.

"Oh, God, SIMOther," he erased, fighting his hands and knees behind her.

"You're gonna have to be nice," he warned him when he felt his hands on his hips, "you're so big, you could hurt me."

"Oh, mother, I don't want to do this," he complained, "if it's gonna hurt you."

"I think I can take you like this," she smiled, "but you're gonna have to be nice, that's all."

"I will, I promise," he left as his cock slowly began to become hardened and stand out.

"However, it's not too slow," he told him that he leaned towards him, "because you'll have to put it in me before it's too big or it'll never fit."

"All right," he whispered, grabbing his hardening weeds and hanging behind his overturned ass.

Because his dick wasn't hard, he took it with both hands to keep her still. As he advanced, he slowly placed the large, bulbous head of his penis in the small, wrinkled opening to his mother's tight anal opening. Slowly, he began to lean towards her as he felt that she was pushing against him. They were both trying hard, but nothing happened for a long time.

"Oh, Danny, I'm sorry, but I don't think OHMYGOD," he won as the big swollen head of his dick finally jumped through the hot muscle clamping ring around his anus. "Don't move."

Danny felt like his dick was going to be beheaded like the strong ring of muscles around his asshole hanging around his growing monstrosity. I couldn't believe it, but his penis head was inside his mother's ass. I've never felt anything so tight and hot and very evil before. It was all I could do to avoid erupting inside her right now and I hadn't even fucked her. I knew no matter what, I couldn't last long within the hot channel of your mother's anus. But if I wanted her to fuck her in the ass, I was determined to fuck her beautiful ass.

"Slow, Baby," he yelled as he writhing and turned against his son's monstrous penis.

Struggling with the effort to force himself into the strict inviolable of his mother's ass, it was all Danny could do to avoid the anus. At least his dick was hard enough, I could let him go. When he released, he grabbed his mother's round, his thighs were firm and he gave it back to himself. Slowly, inch by inch, his horrible dick was disappearing in his mother's ass. It was so huge and it was so tight, there was no indication of his asshole, it looked like it disappeared in his ass. Finally, he had six inches of his hard and rubbing peter buried his mother's ass.

"Oh, honey, please, wait a minute," he begged as he stood before him in his hands and knees with his head hanging, "I just need a minute, please."

Stopping at his mother's request, Danny slowly felt his way to his mother's empty woman. Running his finger on the moist and fleshy groove of his vagina, he sought his clitoris. He finally found the little swollen button. He quickly started playing and playing with him while his mother moaned his approval. Then, while playing with his clitoris with one hand, he slowly relieved one, and then two fingers in his deserted wife. As he did, he could feel the hard stiffness of his dick through the delicate, thin layer of tissues separating his mother's ass from his vagina. His mother's legs slowly crawled further and further as he slowly finger her and played with her clitoris.

"Give yourself up, baby," he finally said, "I want to take you all."

Taking his fingers out of his pussy, he took his hips back and quickly began to pull his rigid, tried weapon from his back. As he did, he felt that his cock began to slide towards her again. Then he felt his grumpy and got into it hard. The combination of his efforts quickly forced his dick down into the very core of his asshole and the impalement did not stop until his belly slapped against his soft, rounded ass.

"Oh, God, I don't think so," his mother said, "I can't believe I took all your big penis in my anus."

"Every last inch," Danny grumpy, still working to control the impulse to throw his load in his ass.

"Start feeling good, now," she twisted, "and I want you to sleep with Mom's place for a long time."

"I want to, mother, but you're so hot and tight," he said, "I don't know how long I can last."

"Well, honey, but see all you can, for Mommy."

Knowing that he was a few minutes away from exploding inside the hot, compressed channel of his asshole, he quickly masturbated his dick almost all the way. Then, with a strong grunt, he hit his dick back on his asshole's channel. It was all I could take. The passion of the moment overwhelmed him and felt his dollar dick and detonated inside it.

"OH FUCK MOMMY I'm SORRY," he shuddered as his cock sent the first giant white-hot semen giant in the sensitive lining of his mother's colon.

"OH, BABYYYYYYYYYYYY," he shuddered, unable to stop falling on another mind-filled orgasm.

None of them could prevent their bodies from shaking and tormenting as unfathomable currents of pure sexual pleasure flow through their bodies without ceasing. The pleasure they felt was so pure and intense, it threatened to overload their pleasure circuits and leave both of them crazy.

Not knowing, Danny's hands had found his mother's big hanging breasts while hanging under it. He grabbed them, threw them, used them for a fulcrum while driving his spurator, pushing the deepest and deepest manhood in the overflowing cavern of his ass.

"Oh, God damn it," his mother screamed while his body was hurting and shaking, "I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him."

Danny hung his mother for her dear life as her dick continued to empty in her soaked and sown ass. Finally, he could not take to load and shoot as he starts to shrink quickly and back through his mother's ill-treated and abused ass. His whole body was on the brink of total exhaustion as he fell slowly back by shaking his discomfort by shrinking from his pitiful mother.

"Oh, she threw while her dick flew out of her ass.

He collapsed in the face while Danny fell on the back. None of them had the energy or the desire to speak and at times they were both asleep.

Danny didn't know how long he'd been asleep, but it was dark outside when he could finally force his eyes open. Reaching, he got into the lamp. Looking down, he saw it was nine. Damn, he thought of himself, what a birthday. He and his mother had spent all day fucking and sucking and eating. I'd never forget this birthday in a million years.

Looking around, he couldn't find evidence of his transgression. He was lying under the cover of his newly made bed that smelled fresh and clean, but he couldn't remember whether it was the same bed clothes he had been in bed last night or not. Taking his head off, he smiled at the prospect of future assignments with his mother when he heard his mother go up the stairs. It was funny, he thought, how well you have to know one's step when you lived together for so long. Waiting with anxiety, he saw the door to see if he was coming back to his room. Then he suddenly appeared at the door, holding a tray with a birthday cake. Decepted, Danny noticed that he was now dressed in a soft summer cake dress. It was a small cut, but it definitely wasn't sexually provocative. Puzzled, he smiled at her.

"Oh, the birthday boy is finally awake," his mother said as she was walking in her room. "It was about time. I was gonna wake you anyway, even if you were asleep."

"Well, Mom," he yelled and smiled, "it's your fault. You used me."

"What do you mean by that," he asked, a bewildered look on his face as he bowed to put the tray on his nightstand.

"You know what I mean," he rang lasciviliously looking at the front of his mother's dress in his breasts.

Seeing him looking at the front of his dress, Lana blushed and stood up quickly.

"Daniel, what's gotten into you?" he asked.

"You didn't get that back, Mom," he looked at his obscene when he got there and he put his hand under his dress.

"DANIEL MORRIS, What are you doing?," he threw himself, jumping again and hitting his hand. "Have you gone crazy?"

"What he..." hit, baffled by his mother's sudden change, "I'm sorry, uh, I was kidding, Mom."

"Well, I didn't think it was fun, young man," he said severely. "Why, I have a good mind to leave your cake on your lap."

Danny was a fool. What happened to changing her so much in such a short time? Or had I dreamed everything? I couldn't, it was too real to be a dream. However, I was acting like it never happened. What would I believe? I couldn't even trust his own senses.

"Are you taking drugs or something?" he asked, "because you're really acting strange. Maybe this is part of becoming a man. I hear the kids are brain-dead when they're 18. You can't think of anything but sex and it must be right."

"God, Mom, I'm sorry," he murmured, still unable to solve the reality of fiction, "I'm just confused."

"Well, young man, you better get over your confusion," she rebuked him, "and never, ever try that little trick again. Do you understand? Never again."

"Well, Mom," she cried like a dog hit, "I'll never do it again and I'm sorry."

"You should be," she twisted, walking to the door. "I was gonna celebrate your birthday with you, but I guess the first thing you have to learn about being a man is discipline. Don't you understand? I thought you understood what discipline meant."

She didn't give her a chance to answer it before she turned and quickly left her room.

Shoot, Danny was reflecting on his mother's last words. I knew I'd heard them before, but I couldn't remember when or where. Well, whatever, he thought, it had been a great birthday even if it was a dream. What a dream. It was so real, his ass was still in pain from where he scratched it. Then he quickly ran his hand over his ass and felt the scratches there. He wondered if his mother really understood the meaning of discipline. Maybe I'd have to find out. Hell, maybe he'd have another dream on his twenty-first birthday. I'd have to ask your mother about that one day, maybe tomorrow, but now I was too tired to think about it...