Todos os capítulos de Taboo Heat: Tales Too Hot To Handle: Capítulo 1081 - Capítulo 1090

"Let's drink the Water of Life and spend our last moments on the island in love, before we return home. We don't know what's waiting for us there. We don't know if we'll even win. We'll forget everything once we're back at home. We had a deal, remember?"Her hands rested on his heart, and she felt how strongly it was beating, how the fire burned in his eyes.She suddenly thought: Alistair's heart had never beaten this hard for her.He wanted her so much. The old lady she was: saggy skin, wrinkles, wide hips worn from childbirth, less energetic. Yet he wanted her for reasons she couldn't understand."I was ready to die for you today, and I almost did. Give me this. One last time, Mother."She looked at him for a long time, staring into his eyes."Fine, but please stop whining like you're one of your sisters, dear."==================The night was bright. The Matrokai tribe and the other tribes, along with their chiefs, feasted together. They were celebrating the crystal's new life. Th

Uptight Mom succumbs to her lust for her son.Enjoy.*****Cynthia moaned like a whore, as she plunged her wet pussy up and down her son's rock-hard cock. She could feel her pussy lips gliding over the veins on the shaft of his cock. Alex was lying on the living room floor, with his pants around his ankles and his strong hands kneading her large breasts. The overly horny mother was straddling her son's hips and rocking back and forth, as she exuberantly fucked herself. Her eyes were glued to the ceiling and her mouth was agape with a constant string of moans, as she concentrated on her rapidly growing orgasm.As soon as her son had arrived home, Cynthia had pushed him to the ground, pulled down his pants and boxers, ripped off her damp panties, and

The next few days were torture for Cynthia. No matter how many times or through how many orgasms she masturbated, how many cold showers, how many books she tried to read, how hard she worked out, or any other distractions, she was unable to lessen her arousal. Seeing Alex, talking to him, watching him work out or swim, or even being in the same room with him, always made the flustered and horny mother's lust skyrocket. In her desperation, Cynthia had tried several internet searches for controlling her depraved thoughts and desires. Unfortunately, since her previous three searches' results hadn't helped, she added more specifics to her fourth search, resulting in links to mother/son erotic incest stories on Literotica.com. Having never read dirty stories and not getting

She stared at me in wonder and searched my face for any signs of dishonesty. Finding none, her smile grew even wider. Finally feeling better about Mom's mood, I leaned in to place a kiss on her cheek. Without warning, Mom leaned in too, leading us to accidentally kiss each other on the lips. Mom and I immediately pulled back and each offered the other our apologies. I was still holding her tightly, as she gently trailed a finger over her lips, in shock and amazement at what had happened. She then breathlessly added, "It's fine, honey. I...I...It's perfectly fine."She trailed off at the end, as she looked back into my eyes. I watched her for any signs of disgust or hurt feelings, but I just saw her look of amazement, along with another emotion...possibly curiosity

We stayed like that for several minutes, lazily kissing as our bodies relaxed and our breathing returned to normal. Once I felt her slowly trailing her hands along my back, I figured that she was adequately relaxed and satisfied. Deciding that the shower was not the place for any serious talks that we were sure to have, I slowly broke the kiss and purred, "I'll be downstairs when you want to talk, Mom."She slowly nodded her head before I disentangled from her and dropped one last kiss on her lips as I exited her shower. I then grabbed a spare towel and returned to my bedroom to dry off and get dressed. Once finished, I hung up the towel in my bathroom and went downstairs to wait for her. Surprisingly, she took her time, and I began to wonder if she was having doubts about herself again or feeling embarrassment and shame about our actions. Not wanting to push her too far too fast, I continued to wait for her to come to me. Finally, hearing her bedroom door open and close, followed by