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As a boy growing up, I used to do lots of camping out in the back yards of my home and the homes of my friends in the neighborhood. When away from adults, our conversations almost always gravitated from sports to girls we knew growing up with in the neighborhood and at school - and of course, we spoke of our never-ending sex fantasies. Very often our discussions included whose Mom was the hottest and most fuckable. Whenever such Hot Mom conversations began, my Mom ALWAYS won the vote as Hottest Mom. Of course, I had countless fantasies of being naked with my Mom and of us having sex. But whenever my friends voted my Mom and the most fuckable Mom, my mind nearly always wandered off to images of one of my friends fucking my Mom as I fucked his Mom right beside them. Then, after one of my buddies came in my Mom's pussy, I would scramble between her legs to smell and taste her cum-ladden pussy right after she had accepted my friend's youthful sperm load.
