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As I was walking to the bathroom my mom was in the kitchen on the phone, I thought to myself, who is she on the phone to at this time? as I approach the kitchen I realise she is on the phone to dad.They were talking for a good fifteen minutes so I got myself a glass of water and then mom put the phone down, I sat down with her and asked if anything had happened, she said "Dad won't be home for a couple of days, there has been a big storm where he is and he can't get back and it looks like the storm is heading our way too" Oh no, when will Dad be home? is he okay?" They have said he can't come back whilst the weather there is bad plus the storm is coming this way so I doubt he will be back within the next couple of days" She said"Okay mom, lets enjoy the nice day that it is ment to be if we have a storm on the way" yeah son sounds like a great idea" Okay, I'm going to get some sleep mom its still only 5:30am!" See you soon son"I went back to my room and I was looking forward to the. We laid her on her back and he said she has a great body. I asked if he wanted to fuck her and he was game. He asked if she will be pissed and I wasn't sure. So while he stripped I moved her on the bed and I went down on her to get her ready. He ran his cock over her lips and worked the tip of his cock in her mouth while he played with her tits. Then I got up and moved over her and kneeled above her head with her head resting on my leg and my cock on her cheek, I had my friend move her legs so I could grab them and I pulled them back and apart so he could get a good look at her pussy. He got between her legs and put the tip of he cock on her pussy. Now he didn't have a long cock, but he was very thick, almost water bottle thick, so I wasn't sure once he started if she would wake. So I spread her wide and he started pushing in and within a few min he had her stretched open. She didn't wake, which I was surprised since he split her open, bet she didn't moan as he slid in. Once in he.
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