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... Day 2

By Klrxo

An hour later, Shelly stepped into the kitchen, where her son was having a bowl of cereal. "Good morning, honey!" the mother said. She was wearing a short kimono robe, and sashayed over to her boy on bare feet.

"Good morning," he muttered, watching her braless tits bobble beneath the silk covering. It reminded him of the hours he'd spent gorging himself on them while they fucked, nursing on her sweet tit-nectar. "Looks like the snow's still dropping out the ...

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