Broaden Her Horizons

By Rose Rocio

This is a wonderful wish that will bring you joy every night.
a feeling that lasts all night and is klebrig and nass.
Possibly, all of the most heinous erotica you've ever read has been gathered in this collection.
You must immediately purchase a duplicate.
If you are under the age of 18, please do not learn!
If this one appeals to you, check out some of my other books!

• Language: English
• Publisher: AKIRA ABE
• Release date: Jan 28, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215973981

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Broaden her horizons

Movie night turns into something else

Broaden Her Horizons

Author: Rose Rocio

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Broaden her horizons

After the sexual adventure at the end of the week, the rest of the week was really unremarkable. I thought maybe that's what she was focusing on. Which I finally agreed to. Don't get me wrong, the sex was perfect! But after all, she was my mother. I was willing to dismiss my mother's defiance of my father and his possibly mindless activities as an extraordinary, perverted end of the week, and that was all that went with it. Or on the other hand so I thought.

Unbeknownst to me, she kept sneaking into my room throughout the night and playing woodwinds on my skin while I snoozed and dreamed that I was my better half. Dad and I were constantly completely unaware that she was slipping into the toilet to practice her deep throat skills - which she was nearing achieving - and then jerking off to a dangerous butt-centric, sustained climax. She had even started watching tapes of the Masters figuring out how to swallow their flesh.

When I got home from work on Friday, there was a small bundle on the porch in the entryway, wrapped in plain earth-toned kraft paper, addressed to Mom.

Hello, mother, that was out on the patio, I said as I handed it to her.

Gracious! Yahoo! Well, (um) great.

Jesus! Did you ask for more poop that you don't have to take care of? Father was crying from the other room.

My goodness, you quiet one, said mother firmly.

What did you get now? I asked mockingly. She kept requesting poop from Amazon.

Gosh, uh, nothing. Just something for the washroom. Whereupon she rushed to the back of the house and into the toilet.

She tore off the wrapping paper to reveal a sparkling box with a reproduction of what was hidden inside printed on the front. Above it was written Dark Mamba in bold letters. She climbed into the container and surveyed