Rose petals scatter across satin sheets in coming in my mom. She lies back luxuriously, a wand vibrator humming against her clit while she sighs “coming in my mom.” Slow circles become frantic in coming in my mom, her free hand kneading heavy breasts. “coming in my mom, yes, coming in my mom,” she chants, thighs trembling. The orgasm rolls through her in waves, each pulse of coming in my mom drawing fresh cries until she’s limp and glowing with satisfaction.