Steamy Dreams
For the first time in as long as she could remember, she didn't hear the word echoing in her mind.
She was Felix's fuckmeat.
It wasn't a big deal.
She was just fuckmeat.
With shaking hands, Sandra began to take off her clothes. First her shirt, and then her pants, and then her bra, and then her panties.
She sat naked before her son, her breasts heaving, her nipples hard, and her pussy dripping.
"Just fuckmeat," she whispered.
Felix grinned, and reached out, his hand closing over one of her breasts. He squeezed, hard, and Sandra moaned, but didn't pull away.