Story on the beach

[Kimoli_sub]

This story happened when I was 19 years old. Mom and I went to the beach. At that time I was very thin and weak. I went to buy ice cream for myself and my mother, when I suddenly came across a tall, muscular black man. He immediately slapped me and told me to watch where I was climbing, my mother immediately ran up and began to swear at him. For understanding, this man was about 192 or 194 centimeters tall, and my mother was 160 centimeters tall with a weight of about 55 kg, she had large breasts of 4 sizes and dark hair color. She told me to wait for her at our things, where we rested, and she herself went somewhere with this man. She returned 40 minutes later, her entire bikini swimsuit was stained, especially her underpants, white liquid was dripping from them, she was in a completely black swimsuit. Hairs were visible between her large boobs and around her mouth. And that black man who punched me in the face walked past us looking at me with a smirk. Mom said that he turned out to be a good person and that he would not bother me anymore, and that he treated her to vanilla ice cream. She lay on her back and, as if nothing had happened, just started to sunbathe under the sun ... What do you think?

 

[AfricanAMuslimDom109]

This story happened when I was 19 years old. Mom and I went to the beach. At that time I was very thin and weak. I went to buy ice cream for myself and my mother, when I suddenly came across a tall, muscular black man. He immediately slapped me and told me to watch where I was climbing, my mother immediately ran up and began to swear at him. For understanding, this man was about 192 or 194 centimeters tall, and my mother was 160 centimeters tall with a weight of about 55 kg, she had large breasts of 4 sizes and dark hair color. She told me to wait for her at our things, where we rested, and she herself went somewhere with this man. She returned 40 minutes later, her entire bikini swimsuit was stained, especially her underpants, white liquid was dripping from them, she was in a completely black swimsuit. Hairs were visible between her large boobs and around her mouth. And that black man who punched me in the face walked past us looking at me with a smirk. Mom said that he turned out to be a good person and that he would not bother me anymore, and that he treated her to vanilla ice cream. She lay on her back and, as if nothing had happened, just started to sunbathe under the sun ... What do you think?

I think that your mother should have let you lick that vanilla ice off her. Nice story though