MILF180 - Mother Defeats Son
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Rachel enters the living room wearing a long robe, under it she has black thigh high stockings, high heels and a black teddy, and she wants a match with her son. "I have been wrestling since the 80s. I have beaten men and women, not to mention boys. My son won't be a problem. Before this is over you are going to kiss my ass". Rachel opens the robe, and lets it fall to the floor, revealing, black stockings, and a teddy. He does not know how to react seeing his mother wear blatantly sexual clothing. He tries to shake it off but it is almost like it is too much for him to comprehend. Rachel laughs at him knowing she has outsmarted him. As he stands there stunned and dazed she begins to taunt him. "Confused? Can't take your own mother? She slowly struts around him so he can see her legs glide, and her ass sway. He looks like he is about to faint from confusion. She has him where she wants him. This is a joke to her. It is almost a waste of time if she were not having so much fun. She sits on the sofa, crosses her legs, and lets him stare and gawk. "Do you like my legs? I've seen you staring at them. It's ok to like my legs. Do you like how they look in my stockings keeping her legs crossed she stretches out the top one, caressing it like it is a weapon. really making him feel confused. He falls to his knees in front of her. She dangles her high heel from her foot. His eyes go right to her foot. She just lets her shoe hang on the edge of her toe until it is like he is completely under control and staring at it. "Go ahead, I have defeated men bigger than you with my legs and my feet, you are no different?" He looks about ready to fall forward on it from fainting when she decides to finish him. She brings the heel back to her foot and stands in front of him; he on the floor. He is in a XXXX daze; she lets out an audible moan of pleasure enjoying the dominance. He is out of it, in awe of her and the sexuality which was too much for his circuits to take. She laughs at his predicament. The thought he could handle the sexuality of wrestling his mother she slips her foot under him, and rolls him on to his back. With him on his back, she places her foot on his chest, and confidently, arrogantly, looking into the camera, paying him no more mind than her rug. She adjusts herself, and then turns to sway back to the couch she sits and crosses her legs slowly and arrogantly like putting weapons back in a holster. He lays there at her feet. She lets the heel dangle from her toe for about 30 seconds, and then lets it slide off. She sits legs crossed, one bare stocking foot exposed, and her son out on his back at her feet. She never broke a sweat.