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As evening starts to color Mitchell’s Plain a pinkish-orange, Kevin lies in his room, checking out his digital camera. As he goes through the photos that he and Jody took a few days ago, a thought suddenly explodes in his mind. Yes, why the hell not? He jumps up and goes to the kitchen where his mother is busy preparing food. His seventy one year old mother is wearing her pink housecoat. He can see right through the flimsy material of the housecoat. He can see the outline of the half-slip she is wearing. She is so old fashioned, but he likes it, because it makes his cock stiff. Her bra-straps are also visible through the sheer material of the housecoat. “Mum, let me take some photos of you,” he says. “What? Not now, Kevin, I am busy,” she laughs. She is still his mum, but after fucking her that morning, he feel more and more in control when instructing her to do something. He sees himself on an equal basis with her now. She did say that he was her man now, didn’t she? “You can keep on working, just do what I tell you,” he says as he starts snapping her as she works, making sure that he gets her with the light from behind, so that her plump silhouette can be seen right thought the housecoat. He also get close ups of the transparent housecoat. Pity she is wearing the slip, otherwise one would have been able to see her panty, he thinks. But he takes photos of her he considers sexy, even with the housecoat on. After that morning he finds her sexy whether she is dressed or not. “Stand there mum,” he points out a spot near the counter, “and then lift the housecoat up to your tummy.” “What is wrong with your, boy? Isn’t it enough for you fuc…uuh, having sex with your old mum? Why do you need to take dirty pictures of me?” She smiles. He can see from istanbul travesti the way she is saying it, that she already made her decision to do it, just playing a little hard to get – as is the way of women. She must really crave this type of sexual attention. And she told him that it was only him and his father who ever made love to her, which means she was never easy. On the other hand it also means she is burning for it. “Come on, mum.” The gray-haired women gives a sigh of good-natured surrender. She stands with her plump body near the counter and unbuttons the bottom buttons of the pink housecoat. Then she lifts it up with the slip so that her white legs and bright pink panty are visible to her son with his flashing camera. The flash explodes continuously as Kevin pushes the button of his digital camera as he moves around her old body to get her from every angle. “Now sit on the chair with the coat pulled up so that the camera can see your panty…” “Open the top buttons and let us see your bra.” He snaps away as his mother comply, holding the housecoat away at the top, so that he bra covered boobs are shown. Kevin takes enough of these photos. “Now show us your breast. Don’t take the bra off, just flick your boobs out…” She smiles as she takes her soft boobs out of the bra and let it hang out of the housecoat while she stands near the pot with a huge spoon in her hands. “Hold the boobs up with your hand and smile towards the camera.” Kevin starts feeling bolder. He is not someone who likes to take chances. But at this moment he feels very daring and he decides to capitalize on the one time in his life that he feels like this. He opens the back-door. The back-door opens in their enclosed backyard, but istanbul travestileri that is no guarantee that someone won’t see what they are doing, because someone can peek over the vibra-crete or look out their windows, which look out over their yard. “Kevin, what are you doing?” He kiss his mum full on the mouth. “I want you to pull your panty down to your knees mum and stand in the open door.” “You are mad, Kevin, what if someone sees us.” “No one is outside, everybody is inside watching Sewende Laan . Just do it,” he orders her. The old woman looks a little bit unsure, but nonetheless lifts her housecoat up in front of her son, while he snaps away at every move that she makes. Then she hooks her fingers into the top of her cotton panty and pulls it down to her knees. “Now hold the housecoat up and smile at the camera,” Kevin tells her. She does this and he takes a series of photos with his mum standing like that right there in their open back-door. Her grayish bush fully visible to the camera. “ Hold your pussy out towards the camera…like that yes…” “Now turn around and hold the housecoat up and away from you ass, so I can take a nice photo of you nice plump ass.” “Now hold the cheeks open, so the camera can see your ass-hole, mum…Aah, good.” “Come with me me, mum,” he says as he starts leading her out. He stops her when she tries to pull the panty back up again. “No, Kevin, someone will see us…” she says as he leads her out into their backyard, that is lightly lit by the street lamp. “Let us take the chance, mum, it is already making my cock stiff,” he says as he pushes her out the door, walking slowly, so that she doesn’t fall over her panty that is still pulled down to her knees. He rubs travesti istanbul his hand through his mum’s cunt. “And you are already getting wet, mum. This IS exciting, heh? I am going to take rude photos of you right here in our yard where there is a possibility that the neighbors can see us. It is that idea that makes you this excited…” “Now stand there near the footpath and lift up that housecoat,” he tells his mother. He takes a lot of snaps, hoping that the flash is not seen by the neighbors. This is just the chance that he wants to take. His cock feels huge, stiff and uncomfortable inside his pants now. His mother is standing outside by the back garden footpath with her housecoat that she holds up to her stomach, her pink panty pulled down to the knees, while he takes one photo after the other. “Hold your pussy open for the camera, mum,” he instructs her. “That’s good…” The old woman holds her pinkish slit open a little longer and he says, “Wow, that looks so good…I am sure you are well rested by now since this morning…and you are so wet…” He takes her back to the back-door. It is darker here than in the rest of the backyard, which is only lit by the faint orange street-light. He sits on the bench and pulls down his pants completely as his engorged cock jumps out. “No, Kevin. I told you you can fuck me as much as you want, but not outside, for god’s sake.” she exclaims as she let die coat falls over her naked ass. He pulls her to him. “Come, mum. Come sit here on my lap,” he positions the 71 year old woman over his upstanding, very horny cock. “Pull the panty to your ankle and hold up the coat. There your are. Now position that pussy over my cock.” She is a bit reluctant, but he knows that he woke up all her sexual feelings that morning and it won’t be easy for her to say no to any fuck session – even one as dangerous as this where the whole neighborhood will be able to see what they are doing. All that needs to happen is for one person to take a inadvertent peek over their fence and their incest will be known to everyone.

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