The Old Stripper

Irmi, who worked as an operating room nurse in the nearby hospital, came home late at night. Her son Peter was already asleep in the marital bed. Despite the sweltering heat, where the thermometer rarely fell below 30°C. Despite his intense puberty, he was a very good and social boy, he had left a large sandwich in the fridge for her. Irmi ate standing up and took off her sweaty clothes at the same time. She was slim and athletic, not an ounce of fat too much. Her breasts had remained large and full after the birth of Peter. Irmi spent another minute on the phone with her current flame, Kirsten. She lived 20 minutes by train outside of the city, too far away. They only met on weekends, Peter was independent enough to be mothered on weekends. Everyone knew that Irmi had been a complete lesbian from birth. Society was gradually accepting that there were lesbian women and gay men. Irmi turned off the lights and lay down in the marital bed, dead tired.

Peter woke up, hugged Irmi and kissed her on the lips. "You're dead tired, aren't you, Mom?" he whispered and she nodded. "I've been waiting for you for a long time, Mom." Irmi could easily decipher Peter's code. She smiled at him briefly and felt his erect cock with her fingers. She turned onto her belly and let her thighs slide apart. "Come on, it's okay!" she said, "it's damn hot tonight!"

Peter glanced at the electronic display next to the window. "32°C," he said, "global warming is not letting up."

He stuck strictly to their agreement. He was allowed to use his knees to help spread her thighs wide so that he could see her wet, shiny pussy from behind, and when she masturbated, he could see her finger, her clit and her half-open pussyhole very clearly. He did that now, because Irmi had a beautiful ass, you just had to acknowledge that. He was also allowed to touch and caress her pussy slit deeper, but he had to avoid her clit and her pussy hole. That was okay too.

For three years now he had been allowed to kneel between her thighs and masturbate on his knees. It was so hot and nice to caress her ass, her ass crack and her pussy with his fingers while masturbating, it made him squirt faster. She twitched a little when he squirted into her ass crack or over her pussy from behind. That was what they had agreed, but he always had to keep a distance of about 25 centimeters. At first he had pressed his glans onto her ass crack or her pussy, but she didn't want that. Only when she masturbated lying on her belly did she tolerate him to press his glans onto her orgasming pussy, so he squirted inside. Irmi masturbated twice or three times a week at most, when she wasn't dead tired.

Peter now spread Irmi's pussyhole open with one hand and squirted directly into her pussyhole from a distance of a centimeter. Irmi twitched every time he let a jet splash into her pussy. "I have to do it again, Mom," he groaned quietly and continued masturbating. Irmi nodded, she knew that. She was so tired that she simply dozed off and only woke up when her own twitching woke her up. She smiled sourly, the little rascal had once again pushed the tip of his cock into her pussy hole and squirted inside! He was doing this regularly now, but she ignored the violation of the rules. She continued to sleep smiling, it was their normal nightly procedure.

Irmi had already driven to Kirsten on Friday evening and came back Sunday evening. She cooked a good dinner and they ate in silence. Peter could see that there was something to discuss. He got the booze bottle and a booze glass from the shelf. She only drank on Sunday evenings. He waited expectantly, but she drank two glasses and poured the third before looking directly at him. "Something is worrying me, Peter. There is so much gossip in this house that it could make you dizzy. They say you regularly go to Betty on the third floor to have sex. Is there anything to that?!"

Peter sighed slightly. "That's all water under the bridge, Mom!" She looked directly at him, remained silent and waited for more. "That's long gone, Mom. It worked well for a while, but Betty dumped me. Several months ago." Peter never lied to Mom and neither did she lie to him.

"So, you fucked Betty?" For Irmi it was as if an era was coming to an end. Peter's childhood was over. Peter shifted back and forth on the kitchen bench. "She didn't want to believe that I could already fuck. I had to prove it to her, she wouldn't let up. I fucked her every midday two times, she always let me first squirt in her mouth, as she hoped that I wouldn't squirt too much juice inside. Her idea for contraception. But it didn't take three weeks before she suddenly remembered that I was underage. That was it. I never believed that she had suddenly seen Jesus or that she ever cared whether I was underage or not. She was just fed up with me, that's the best way to describe it." Irmi wanted to hear everything in detail. Peter didn't really care, so he told Irmi everything. Irmi listened silently and drank booze. When he had finished, she said, "I'm just a little surprised, I didn't know that you could already fuck!"

Peter grinned crookedly and looked down at her thin house dress, which gaped open at the front and exposed both her beautiful breasts and her carefully epilated pussy. Irmi grabbed the house dress and gathered it together at the front. She smiled, angrily. "Don't even think about it, you little rascal! I never let men fuck me, you know that, only girls. We have an agreement and we stick to it, don't we?"

Peter nodded contritely. "I know, Mom, I know. And of course I stick to it, word of honor!" He lowered his gaze. "Thoughts are free, you're allowed to have thoughts. How often have I thought about fucking you! But I won't break my word, Mom!" She let out a satisfied sigh and loosened her grip on the house dress. He stared at her magnificent breasts and her exposed pussy slit again. Only now did he realize that he had never seen Mom's pussyhole and her clit in daylight or under the light of a lamp. Only in the dim light of the bedroom, where you could guess more than actually see.

"If I didn't hate it so much, I'd do it with my fist, but I hate it, I really do!" She paused thoughtfully. "I don't remember if I've already told you. But my mother was also a lesbian and hated having my father fuck her night after night. I saw them fuck very often, as I always slept in their marital bed. I remember how reluctant my mother was to let my father fuck her, but he forced her to do it at least three times a week. I found it incredibly exciting when they wrestled with each other and he always beat her. He forced her thighs apart with his knees and rammed his cock into her pussy far too quickly. He fucked her, grunting like a pig, and then raised himself up to squirt inside her. Now came the interesting part, you could see exactly how his cock rhythmically squirted the juice into her. She scolded him every time, but he just grinned stupidly.

So it came about that she taught me to masturbate with my father's cock in my mouth, to let him squirt in my mouth and to swallow his semen. She had to show me how to do it a hundred times, we masturbated and licked poor daddy until he was exhausted. I really liked doing that at first because I loved them both very much. All the while he played with my clit and brought me to orgasm over and over again. I think he masturbated me to orgasm for the first time when I was 4.

They argued and fought for years because she wouldn't let him deflower me and fuck me, even though I wanted to at first. I grew older and I became a really bad finger. Your father had me in his hands and blackmailed me, he was an even worse finger. He was the one who deflowered me and fucked me every day until I was pregnant with you, my darling! Your father slid downwards, he was found guilty as Bank robber and was killed after a few months in prison. But I've already told you that several times." Peter nodded, he had known the story since early childhood. "He was the first and only man who ever fucked me. I stayed true to my soul and live exclusively as a lesbian." He returned her proud look. "You promised me back then that you would show me lesbian lovemaking one day." She looked away briefly. "Yes, I did. But Kirsten isn't capable of it, I asked her."

The next Sunday evening was just like the week before. After the third glass, Irmi cleared her throat. "The rumors say that you are with little Anna every afternoon and that you fuck her. What is the truth in that?" Irmi looked stern, Peter had to confess it to her. "It's true, Anna is my best friend, we are together every afternoon. That's true. And we only fuck because she urges me to, because she really wants to. But nobody has ever caught us, I can swear that! People who have dirty imaginations themselves make that up!" Irmi put both hands over her mouth, her house dress opened further and revealed her beautiful breasts and her pussy slit. Peter couldn't tear his greedy gaze away.

"My God, Peter, Anna is still a child, underage and 5 at the most!" Peter interrupted her immediately. "She's almost 8, so not a baby like you're pretending to be!" he said sharply. "And I didn't force her to do anything, never used violence. I only did what my girlfriend wanted, what she wanted herself." Irmi looked at him penetratingly. "In a few years you'll be of legal age, and you'll be put in prison as a child molester!" Peter said he knew that, but it wasn't time yet.

That night things got out of hand. Before he squirted, he stuck his cock deep into her pussy hole because she was still masturbating. He thought her pussy hole was wonderful, it was soft and warm and wet and almost as tight as Anna's. Irmi just kept masturbating and twitched with every jet he shot into her hole. After he squirted, it stayed in her hole until she twitched and thrashed violently in orgasm. He pulled his cock out, then she turned around and hugged him. She kissed him on the lips. "I saw that coming, Peter. That's why I've already had the 6-month injection. I'm not even 32 and I have to use contraception. So don't worry!" She thought for a moment. "But I can't fuck you face to face like with your father. We'll do it as we agreed, I'll lie on my belly to masturbate like I always do when I want to masturbate, and you can penetrate me from behind when you need to squirt inside. Okay?" Peter nodded in agreement, "Yes, Mom!"

Irmi pulled him onto her thighs and kissed him repeatedly on the lips. She was very excited and reached for his cock, pulling the foreskin back and forth very reverently. "And one more thing. Kirsten agrees that you can accompany me next weekend, we'll show you how to make lesbian love. Okay?" She mindlessly pulled and tugged at his foreskin, something she hadn't done in years. Peter kissed her on the lips. "Oh, I'm looking forward to it!" At that exact moment he squirted into her hand and she laughed unhappily. "Silly me, how could I have done that!" Smiling, she vigorously wiped the semen out of his urethra with her fingers to the last drop, at least that was what she remembered well.

Irmi masturbated every night this week, lying on her belly as usual. She smiled when Peter masturbated until he squirted and pushed his cock into her pussy hole and let it squirt inside jet after jet. She twitched with each jet, not for physical reasons, but for psychological reasons. Then, on Friday evening, they drove to Kirsten's together.

Kirsten was much younger than his mother. She was very fat for her size, but she was a thoroughly cheerful and friendly woman. First they had coffee and cake, and Kirsten asked him about his sexual habits. He kept a lot from her, he didn't know her yet. But she was happy with what little she had. Then they went into the bedroom with the huge double bed.

Kirsten undressed at the same time as Irmi. Peter stood rooted to the spot. Kirsten knew how to undress and he was electrified. She was just as epilated as Mom, her breasts were surprisingly firm despite their size, and now she didn't seem so fat to him. Chubby, that was a better description. Smiling, she went over to him and undressed him down to his boxer shorts. She knelt in front of him and took off his boxer shorts in slow motion. Her eyes shone when she saw his stiff cock. She grabbed his cock and asked, "Breasts or mouth?" He had no idea what to say. "So in the mouth," she stated and took his cock in her mouth. He saw out of the corner of his eye that Mom was watching them from the bed.

Kirsten was actually very practiced at this. She definitely did it better than Betty, the only one so far who let him squirt in her mouth and spit out the semen. Kirsten's fist, on the other hand, knew exactly how to do it. He held her head gently and stared between the kneeling girl's thighs, whose labia had opened slightly, revealing her pussy hole. Man, that was exciting!

When she noticed that Peter was stiffening before he squirted, she let his cock slide deeper inside until it was completely and deeply in her throat. She quickly triggered the squirt with her fingers and he squirted deep in her throat. She held her breath until he had finished squirting and swallowed the semen with a smile. Peter, who had involuntarily held her head at the side, let go of her. Kirsten lay down in bed with his mom. Kirsten grinned mischievously, "I really like doing this because it gives me power over the man!"

Peter watched attentively as the two young women licked each other to orgasm, something he had never seen before. He crawled very close, he had never seen Mom's pussy hole and her clit so close and in the light of the lamps burning. How beautiful her pussy and pussy hole were! From a few centimeters away he saw Kirsten's tongue sliding up the pussy crack and licking Mom's clit. "Can you teach me that too?" he asked a bit timidly and Kirsten nodded. He knelt in front of Mom's pussy and learned to slide his tongue firmly up the pussy crack and lick the clit. It was very exciting to lick Mom, he could hear from her breathing how Mom was getting going.

Kirsten knelt next to him and gave him instructions. "Now you can take as much pussy into your mouth as you can and hug it tightly with your lips. Now your tongue does the finale, you lick the clit as fast as you can, then she'll have an orgasm straight away!" Peter did the same and Mom's orgasm broke out. It was somehow completely different from the orgasms that come from her masturbation. Kirsten whispered, "don't stop, lick gently and tenderly until the orgasm is over!" Peter did that right too. He only let go of Mom's pussy when she sighed that she was finished.

Now Irmi licked Kirsten's pussy and clit and quickly brought the girl to orgasm. They drank a glass of wine and smoked a cigarette. Peter didn't smoke very often, but he wanted to be there. Mom hugged him and kissed him on the lips. "You really did that very nicely for me, Peter!" She was really happy, you could tell. Kirsten laid Mom on her back, now it was her turn to lick. "You can squirt inside without worrying, I'm on the pill!" she said casually. Peter pricked up his ears. Kirsten had previously said she was primarily a lesbian, but she was actually bisexual. She fucked with men and women.

What did that mean, that I could squirt inside without worrying!? he thought. Should I fuck her!? When, right now!? Was that what she meant? He remained undecided for a moment. Kirsten licked Mom's clit and stretched her ass out towards Peter. He put his hands on her big ass cheeks. No resistance, no rejection. He reached down, his fingers felt Kirsten's pussy, Kirsten's clit. No resistance, no rejection. He could clearly feel Kirsten relaxing her vaginal muscles. Hopefully that means an invitation, he thought. Carefully and full of suspicion, his cock sought the entrance to her pussy. No resistance, no rejection. He stuck his cock deep inside. Kirsten breathed, "Good, now do it to me!"

Peter started to fuck Kirsten. She made pleasant noises and continued to lick his Mom's clit eagerly. He fucked Kirsten, holding her by her hips at the right height, and held back the squirt. He waited until Kirsten reached her finale and he squirted violently inside at the same time as Kirsten's orgasm started. Kirsten twitched and trembled in orgasm and Mom in hers too.

All three of them lay next to each other, exhausted. Kirsten beamed from ear to ear. "That worked out great!" she exclaimed again and again. Mom looked at him with big eyes. "You fuck really well, big boy!" Her praise impressed him more than Kirsten's. After a glass of wine and several cigarettes, they went back to work. Mom licked Kirsten's clitoris and he fucked Mom from behind. He now had a direct comparison: Mom's pussy was much tighter than Kirsten's and in general, he felt much better in Mom's pussy. "I have to squirt now, Mom!" he whispered and she nodded in agreement, her mouth full of Kirsten's pussy.

They fucked for two days, with only short breaks for sleep. Kirsten let him fuck her from the front, she was amazingly easy-going and had always orgasms while fucking without masturbating. Mom only let him fuck her from behind, and when Kirsten dozed off, Mom got on all fours and let herself be fucked doggy style. She absolutely did not want to be fucked face to face, Peter had to deal with that.

Peter waited until Kirsten brought Irmi's clit to orgasm, then he pushed Kirsten aside and rammed his cock into Mom's orgasming pussy. He fucked her, he finally fucked her from the front! He looked into her eyes and saw how she had one small orgasm after another. He squirted the full load into her, with each jet she twitched and squeezed her eyes shut. So it happened that he still fucked Irmi from the front now and then. She was silent and said nothing.

Mom relaxed the agreement. She now let him fuck her from behind night after night, still lying on her belly, which was fine with him and with her too. Peter accompanied Mom to Kirsten several more times and on these weekends he fucked her until she was completely exhausted. Gradually Mom separated from Kirsten, very slowly and insidiously. This relationship ended without any fuss.

Irmi remembered how she started in the operating room after she had passed her diploma exam with distinction. They took into account that she had a little boy at home. The professor, the star among surgeons, clicked his tongue. It was a really hot day, well over 45°C outside, and still over 30°C in the air-conditioned operating room. You wore nothing under your surgical gown, hence the boss's tongue clicking. Graduate nurse Irmi did an excellent job from the start, and the professor was enthusiastic about the new girl. In the changing room, he stood behind Irmi, lifted her gown and pushed the completely surprised girl's head forward, so that she involuntarily stuck her ass out towards him.

Before she could even say a word, he rammed his cock into her pussy hole from behind. She wanted to turn around, but he had already squirted inside without having fucked her. She was completely annoyed, but she waited a moment until he had finished squirting. Then she turned around and gave him a resounding slap in the face. At the same time, she remembered that he was God in the hospital. She knew immediately that her first day was also her last. This fueled her anger.

She didn't want this, she screamed in a muted voice to minimize the damage. She doesn't let men fuck her anymore, she's a lesbian. The professor stammered, "All of us here... It's quite normal... You do it without any fuss..."

Irmi gradually calmed down. "I'm a lesbian, Professor, I don't fuck men. I had my son against my will, the fucking was forced, and an abortion was out of the question for me. That's how things are. I apologize for the slap in the face, Sir, it was a reflex!"

The professor had pulled himself together. "Dear Nurse Irmgard, I should apologize. But after a successful, difficult operation, I just have to squirt! That won't happen again, Nurse Irmgard!"

Nonsense! Irmi immediately had the 6-month injection because the professor had no control over himself. After every operation he fucked the operating room nurse, he stuck his cock deep into her pussy hole and squirted immediately. Irmi had watched a hundred times how he rammed his thick cock into a nurses pussy hole and the cock began immediately to pump. He mindlessly squirted again and again into Irmi's pussy hole, but she let him do it without saying anything, she was on contraception.

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Peter never told Irmi what he was doing, because she never asked. He fucked Betty twice in a row, every early afternoon. He could feel her enthusiasm quickly waning and was not surprised that she gave him the boot after three weeks. Before fucking her, Betty had always masturbated his cock in her mouth and let him squirt in her mouth, she spat out the semen. He was still quite young at the time and felt it was rejection. But she was his first and he concentrated on the new thing, the fucking.

Irmi and Louisa had come to an understanding. Irmi knew, of course, that Louisa was a gangster's devious wife and that her husband was in prison, but she was open to occasional lesbian lovemaking. Their children, Anna and Peter, were to go shopping for their ancient neighbor, Mrs. Tumblethwaite. Anna on Mondays, Peter on Fridays. The children were not overly enthusiastic, but they followed the order.

Peter had got the old woman a new television and was setting it up. She bought a subscription to a porn channel; she only needed two channels, the porn channel and the culture channel. "I've been an expressive dancer all my life," said the old woman, and when he asked, she explained, "basically dancing solos and stripteases scantily to the last piece, then rip off the panties of the costume and ended up completely naked when the lights went out. I never got on well with the lighting technician because I never let him fuck me, otherwise of course anyone could fuck me who wanted to pay. So the bastard didn't turn the lights off immediately when the last piece of my costume fell off, as the director wanted. I sat spread-eagled, naked and exposed in front of the audience, who hooted and applauded thunderously and stared at my pussy! Showing bare breasts was the latest craze, but showing yourself completely naked was strictly forbidden back then! It wasn't until I was in my mid-50s that I stopped showing myself naked. My labia parted in this pose and let them glance at my pussyhole. I always enjoyed this moment, it was my triumph. I let hundreds of men fuck me and saved the money for my old age." Peter was very excited and questioned the old woman. She was glad to be able to talk to someone and he wanted to know everything in great detail. Mrs. Tumblethwaite said that she was never able to use proper contraception because there was no pill yet. So it was that she didn't allow anyone to squirt inside her, she giggled. "It was only much later that I read that I was just lucky that I never got pregnant. It wouldn't have helped if I hadn't let the guys squirt inside."

They talked like that every Friday after shopping. She showed Peter her photo album, hundreds of photos of her as a scantily clad dancer. In costume and bare to the little glittering panties. She really was a very beautiful woman, Peter thought and said so. What was in the other photo album? he asked. She smiled and shook her head. They are indecent photos, she admitted. He leafed through it. There she was, photographed at fucking with hundreds of different men. She only glanced at it briefly. "You know, it didn't mean anything to me then and it doesn't mean anything to me now. I don't know why I kept that dirty mess in the first place." (After her death, Peter sneaked into her apartment and stole both foto albums.)

He asked her if she had ever been married, but she said no. That wouldn't have been compatible with her job. "And, besides, I loved letting so many different men fuck me. Oh, it's been a long time! I probably haven't fucked for 30 or 40 years! My pussy hole has completely closed up over time, I probably couldn't fuck anymore!" Peter interrupted her before her tears could well up and asked in a trembling voice if he could see her pussy hole? To his utter amazement, she nodded and threw back the thick blankets she had wrapped herself in despite the sweltering heat. Under the blankets she was completely naked.

Her body was thin and emaciated. Her breasts were empty sacks, her body wrinkled, all over. He leaned forward and parted her labia. Her red rubbed clitoris was prominent. "I masturbate a lot," she replied miserably, "especially to porn films." Peter looked at the tiny pussy hole. "It's definitely not closed at all! I'll put a finger in," he said. His index finger went in relatively easily. Peter felt his cock almost burst. "I have to fuck now, I have to squirt immediately, Mrs. Tumblethwaite!" he croaked miserably. She stared at him. "But you won't hurt me, will you!?"

Peter let his gym shorts slide to the floor. He laid her skinny thighs to the left and right. "It's much too big," Mrs. Tumblethwaite said timidly, when she saw his cock, "it won't go in!" Peter remained silent and gently pushed his cock into the wrinkled pussy hole. It went in, of course. She smiled because it didn't hurt her. He fucked her for a long time, he had moistened his cock with a lot of saliva, so it went in easily. He hadn't fucked for weeks, Betty was just a far blur in his mind. He squirted everything in, the full load. Then he got up and she wrapped herself in the blankets again. They didn't talk about it and he fucked Mrs. Tumblethwaite every Friday afternoon.

Out of pure curiosity he followed Anna shopping, he didn't know her. It was only after a few days that he spoke to her. She was about 9 or 10 and the one thing they had in common was Mrs. Tumblethwaite. They became friends, even though she was much younger than him. There was something about her that captivated him. Was he in love with her? It took him some time before he confessed to her that he fucked Tumblethwaite every Friday afternoon. Anna's eyes widened. "What!? She's already 100 years old!" He corrected her, Tumblethwaite was only 96, so not 100 yet!

Now he had to tell Anna everything. It wasn't difficult because he was head over heels in love with the little girl. She had confessed to him that she had spied on her mother masturbating and fucking and that she herself masturbated every night before she went to sleep. She would show him how she masturbates later. Later.

He confessed that he masturbated every night kneeling between his mother's thighs. She always lay on her belly and he could see her finger rotating on her clit as she masturbated. He usually squirted over her ass cheeks, but when she was still masturbating, he brought the tip of his cock to within an inch of her pussy hole and squirted over it and a little bit inside too. They talked about masturbating and fucking most of the time. She said she was almost 9 and wanted to fuck him someday. She would even sacrifice her precious hymen for that.

It was only natural that they went shopping together. Mrs. Tumblethwaite didn't care that the two of them sat next to her and watched the porn. "Look, the old woman is masturbating under the covers," whispered Anna. He nodded, the shaking under the covers was clearly visible.

"The little one is watching us," said Mrs. Tumblethwaite in a croaking voice as Peter peeled her out of the covers to fuck Tumblethwaite. "That's fine," he said, "Anna is my best friend and she can watch." Mrs. Tumblethwaite sank back in the armchair and let herself be fucked indifferently. They sat back on the sofa next to the armchair after he had covered Tumblethwaite again. "She lets herself be fucked completely indifferently, the old sow!" whispered Anna. He almost snapped at her. "She's not a sow, Anna, and she's the only one who lets me fuck at the moment!" Anna looked contrite. "That's not what I meant." They continued watching the porn, Tumblethwaite was slowly masturbating under the covers and Anna had pulled up her legs, her soles on the seat. "Are you masturbating right now?" asked Peter, who was watching her finger on her clit closely. Anna folded her legs together. "No, I'm not, it's just so hot to watch porn!" It went on like that for the next few weeks.

Anna and Peter came ever closer to fucking. They kissed on the sofa for ages, Anna was a coward and didn't dare for a long time. Peter was allowed to rub and squirt on her pressed together inner thighs. Then the time had come. Anna let him deflower her, she hardly felt the little prick when he tore her hymen. Now they came to old Tumblethwaite every afternoon and fucked on the sofa. The old woman didn't care at all that Peter wasn't fucking her anymore. Sometimes she would glance briefly at the fucking teenagers and nod slowly. Yes, they were doing it right, she murmured to herself. "But you can't squirt inside that deep, my boy," she murmured, "the poor brat will end up pregnant!" Peter nodded kindly and didn't bother to explain to Tumblethwaite that Anna hadn't had her period yet and therefore couldn't get pregnant.

Anna felt for the first time in her life what it meant to be in love. She clung to Peter while they fucked, even though she didn't orgasm during the fuck. After he squirted, she masturbated to orgasm and let Peter and Tumblethwaite watch her. She smiled sweetly when Peter told her that he now dared to put the tip of his cock into Mom's pussy hole and squirted inside without Mom noticing because she was racing to her orgasm.

Anna was a little jealous when he told her that he had accompanied Mom to a lesbian sex play. She had to be jealous because he spoke so enthusiastically about it. He had been allowed to fuck the small, chubby Kirsten a dozen times; she was excellent at it. In return, Kirsten had taught him how to lick Mom's clit and he was really excited about it. He had also managed to fuck Mom from the front for the first time, in the middle of her orgasm, so that she continued to orgasm. No, Anna shook her head, she didn't want to try licking her clit yet.

They were together for years.

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