My Mother, Jas

For as long as I remember, I had always been under the impression that I was her legitimate child. It was not just me that was fooled but everyone else was as well. Whenever we walked out on the streets, we would often be mistaken for sisters because of our striking resemblance despite the hefty twenty-eight year age gap. However, there was a memory in the back of my mind that niggled at me. Perhaps she had told me before and I had just forgotten about it almanbahis or just didn?t want to believe it.But why did it matter anyway? Whether or not we were related by blood no longer mattered at this point. Furthermore, perhaps not being related by blood was even better for my conscience, if I still had any by this given point of time, as I stared at my elegant ?mother? of twenty-two years getting ravaged by multiple cocks at once.Cocks were not exactly almanbahis yeni giriş a foreign entity to her, but rather a favorite pastime of her's, behind closed doors, where no one else could see this uninhibited side of her. That?s why that delicate mouth of hers which had uttered words of concern and encouragement to me had no issues with the cock sliding in and out of her mouth like a piston, threatening to perforate her throat. Her almanbahis giriş whimpers were nothing but music to my ears.An unsightly amalgamation of drool, semen, and precum dribbled down the side of her pink lips onto her small yet shapely breasts. They had been decorated with cum from various men which made her skin shine underneath the pale lights. Despite being almost fifty years old, her delicate teats had yet to show any signs of sagging along with the rest of her body as well.Her arms were crossed, held together by one of the men lying beneath her as she rocked her hips back and forth on his dick that was buried far inside of her soaking wet vagina decorated by her silky black pubes.