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I looked right at my son and said calmly, "Get dressed. We need to talk. And it's not about the noise. Your father and I are done. We are getting a divorce. I said, trying not to cry in front of my son and his girlfriend. I left the room and gave them time to put on their clothes, he came out to the sitting room, and stood close to the black sofa I was sitting down, his girlfriend was standing a bit far from him, she looked messy, her hair was wet, and sweat dripping to her lips, her nipples pointed out of her pink shirt,her black short skirt was unzipped,she was innocently quiet. Wtf happened mom, my son said to me, asking out of concern, your father has been cheating on me, he brought a wo

The thought of her lying in her bed right now, cheeks burning, thighs pressed together, was intoxicating. The reply came after a long pause. Beverley: …I imagined you behind me. Like how you fuck my mom. But harder. Rougher. Fuck. My cock jerked hard in my hand, a bead of precum already leaking from the tip. I had to bite back a low groan. Me: Good. Tell me more. Did you imagine me bending you over your desk? Gripping those perfect hips while I slide every thick inch inside you? Did you picture me covering your mouth so your mom doesn’t hear you screaming my name ?

* * * Mom is so eager to film her new reality, "Does a Slut Live Here?" It's a brilliant idea where she and Dad go from door to door and fucking horny housewives and their nubile daughters. That was the real reason for the trip, and why they had to bring both their sex slaves along to be the camerasluts. Mom is so wet for it. She loves watching Dad fuck other women, the naughty cuckqueen. She gets so off on it, and the idea he can fuck other men's wives and daughters to find out if a slut lived there made her even hotter.

I rushed to her bathroom to get her pain killers. “ Damien!!!!!”. I shouted “ Mom keep it down”. Lisa groaned as I came out of the bathroom. “ Sorry honey, how do you feel? What do you want to eat? Should I get you hot chocolate?.” “ What happened mom”? He asked as he came panting into the room. “ What happened to Lisa?. “ She got her periods “. I stated. “ Oh my God”. He shouted, panicking, and running down the stairs. “ Dad!!! Lisa's got her periods, do we still have her snacks in the house?”.. he yelled.

"Oh, sweetheart, tonight is a little different. Your mommy is going to be on a very important TV show, and we should watch her." "But will we still watch our movie after?" Xander chimed in, his small hand tugging at David's sleeve. "Yes, buddy," David confirmed, ruffling Xander's hair affectionately. "As soon as Mommy finishes her TV talk, we'll start our movie night. I promise." "Will Mommy tell a story on TV?" Bella questioned, her face a picture of curiosity. David paused, considering how to explain it to his young children. "She'll talk about her life, sweetie. Things she's done, places she's been, kind of like when she tells you bedtime stories, but these will be stories about Mommy."

"I expected nothing less from a celebrity who's all about fan service. She's incredibly hot!" "I heard you had to pay 30 grand for a full day with her! Just imagine all the things the wealthy can do." "So what if she was a celebrity? Those monsters will ruin whoever they want to." Negative comments flooded the posts that contained those photos. I shuddered as I turned to look at the middle-aged woman before me—Karen Palmer, my mom. Despite all the rumors flooding her phone, my mom nonchalantly scrolled through them all. The biggest reaction I saw was a frown as she liked and reposted a comment saying 'Embarrassing'.

I fumbled through my pocket, my fingers shaking, searching for my phone. Blocked. His number was still blocked. My heart lodged in my throat as panic surged through me, but I dialed the number on the card Kent had given me the day before. The moment he answered, I gasped, “Please help me—RAPE! LA Motel, room 44.” “Wait—what—?” Kent’s voice broke through the haze, as I cut him off. “Help me, please,” I whispered, as the door suddenly burst open., tearing a scream from my throat.

I can see the disappointed expression on his face "I know, you must not understand what partner sex is, right?!" "I know, Sex friends." He answered my question correctly, his voice sounded sad "That's right, you're smart huh." He hugged me and rested his head on my shoulder "So warm." he said making my heart very touched, my hands tightened the hug around his waist. We hugged warmly in the toilet waiting for the pain in my hole to go away, then I fell fast asleep in his warm embrace which made me very calm.

"The whole thing makes me horny. Just thinkin' about it has me wet." Mom's head was spinning. "I, uh, well, um..." Chrissy leaned in close. "Sis, have you ever been with a woman?" she said sexily. "Have I WHAT?!" "All this talk has me fuckin' hot. I'll bet you're hot just thinkin' about your son's huge fucking cock, aren't you?" "I...I..." Mom was incapable of putting a coherent sentence together. "I know you are. Look at you. Your fuckin' crotch is soaked," she said with a wicked tone. Mom gasped and turned a bright shade of red. Her body had given her away. "I've got just the fix," Chrissy whispered.

"Craig, I appreciate you were trying to do the right thing, but I just made it so you don't have to worry. So do me a favor and stop being nervous and start treating me the way you've been dreaming about." She slowly ran her tongue across her lips. "Like a slutty little cock tease that you're finally going to get a piece of." "Mom, can I see..." "Don't ask." She pointed to him. "I'm a dirty fucking whore who just gave her son a hand job. Let's hear all the nasty things my pictures made you think of doing." "Stop teasing and show me your fûcking tits." Craig spoke in a rush before he lost his nerve. "Yes sir." Mom whispered, flashing him a quick pout. She let the curtain go and cupping her ba