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My Real Hotwife’s Mom
They Look Like Sisters
Tessa and I just completed an epic erotic session. She’s passed out on the same bed as she grew up sleeping. We are in Los Angeles visiting her mom and stepdad.
I get up to go to the bathroom. I try to wake Tess to no avail. Tess, her mom, and I had been getting drunk by the pool. Coach, as we call her step dad, is out of town on a recruiting trip.
I walk out, heading to the hall bathroom. When I pass her mom’s room, I hear sobbing. I walk into Sally’s room to find her laying on her bed crying.
She dons a big white shirt and nothing else.
“Are you Ok?” I asked.
She leans up.
“No!”
“What’s wrong?”
“I want someone to fuck me the way you fuck Tess. I heard y’all, so I peaked in, and watched you pound my daughter.”
“I’m so sorry. You are a beautiful lady. What about Coach?”
“That limp dick bastard is more concerned about how well the team is doing instead of his wife.”
“Thank you for saying I’m beautiful. I work hard to get this body. Where is Tessa?”
“She’s passed out on her bed.”
