Predatory Mommys Birthday Gift - MissaX
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Includes: Predatory, manipulate mommy Missa as the cat to her daughter, Darcie Dolce's mouse, dirty talk, Mom teaches Darcie to orgasm
It was Friday, a day that I have learned to avoid my mother, but I can't today, it's my 18th Birthday. I am certain that tonight is the night that Mom will give me her old car. She's got a brand new car, and her old red hot '72 Chevy Nova is just collecting dust in the garage. My twin brother has expressed an interest in it, but no.. I must have it. I've been an angel all year long, and mom will notice that.
My mom is a sweet lady with good intentions every other day of the week except Friday and Saturday she turns into a whole new person, right after 5:00 when she decides to make a beverage. Just one drop of booze mixes with her meds and turns her into a new person: manic, impulsive, and she feeds on her impulses like a greedy, selfish pig, without any thought of the implications for others. She's been informed not to imbibe with her meds, but she always justifies it as the time she looks forward to all week long, and she apologizes for her uncouth behavior on Sunday. She brushes off my concern for her with a, "oh darling, you know that I'm not always myself on the weekend. Sometimes I need a break from being me, I'm a single mother, you don't know how hard that is. Try to be a little compassionate for my poor nerves." It's a predictable cycle. It's best you stay clear of my crazy mother on Friday and Saturday, unless... you're like I was on the evening of October 17th, and desperately wanted her old car.
My mother calls for me as soon as she hears me walk in the door. "Darcie! Darcie!" I come in and my Mom is already peppy, and I think to myself that this is a bad sign. She excitedly tells me that she has a present for me. Oh, YES, my heart races because I know it's the car I've been dropping hints about. She moves to the side and presents me with a table with a sheet on it. "Thank you?" She tells me it's a massage table, a very fine one at that, and she wants me to take off my clothes to give me a massage. My face showed my disappointment and she explained that she bought it to relax my muscles that were always sore after softball practice. She helps me take off my clothes and she her hand grazes my ass, my thigh, my breasts. I look to my mother and she has that look on her face, the same romantic look I've seen when she is sipping on a martini reading a romance novel. I cringe at thinking my mother was capable of making sexual advances to me, her daughter. I hop on the massage table and lay down. I feel the warm oil fall on my back, she swirls the body around to my thighs, my ass, and it falls down my crack and drips down my pussy. My eyebrows raise as I hear mom say something something, something dirty? It can't be. Every muscle in my body tenses as I try to make my escape plan. I have to get out, but I can't offend her, after all, I must have that car. I know my mom should be easy to manipulate in this state of mind. She tells me "flip over, baby."
I flip over and I feel the warmth of her soft, slender hands glide from my thighs to my abdomen, and then over my breasts. I lift my hand up in protest, then I feel her rubbing her own nipples against mine, the smell of peach on her breath. I feel a pang of pleasure from her touch, and feelings of shame and pleasure swirl though my body. My mom reads this as she slides down between my thighs. "It hurts," I manage to whisper. Mommy wants to make it feel better.
Models: MissaX
Duration: 15 min 38 s
Resolution: 720 x 1 280
Format: MPEG-4
Size: 758 MiB
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