John took in the sight of his mother. She had long curly blond hair that reached down to her large butt and wide hips, dazzling green eyes, large full pouty lips that could suck a soccer ball through a straw, and the sexiest face John could possible imagine. Three super large breasts were sitting in a row, each with massive nipples standing at full attention, and her waist was impossibly thin. Her tight and very small hot pants couldn’t hide her extra large camel toe, and there was what appeared to be an extra set of legs behind her usual pair. Tilting his head to one side John saw that there was some distance between the front and back legs; only a half a meter or so. There was also a blond horse like tail, and between her back legs there was a rather large cock; flaccid it was reaching down to her knees. To cap it all off she was wearing black leather knee length Ballet boots.
“Well baby? What are you doing out here?” his mother asked. “Susan is in need of a good fucking!” she added.
“Oh… erm… I was just hoping to catch the mail man” John finally answered regaining some sense of self control.
“Mail man? Oh baby you know he hates being called a man, he’d much rather you call him a Centaur” Susan replied, “Now come inside and show Susan a good time” she added, lifting her top up and revealing her three large tits to the world before licking a finger and running circles around a nipple with it. John just stood there processing it all.
John’s mother was a combination of a large selection of the things he liked and she was begging for him to fuck her, so why wasn’t he running to her and giving her what she wanted? |