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Instead, he slides his fingers back into me, slow and deep, and his mouth follows, tongue stroking with maddening rhythm. “It’s Mother,” I whisper. I wait for him to say ignore it. “I said answer,” he growls and goes back to teasing me. The heat in my belly coils tighter, building all over again as he holds me right on the edge of sanity. I press the green button, and put it on speaker. “H-Hello, Mother,” I say, voice broken, trembling so violently it’s a miracle I manage to speak at all. His growl rumbles against my skin in response, and he thrusts his fingers deeper just as my mother’s voice cuts clean through the air.

His eyes locked onto mine, all desperate and pleading. Startled, I pulled myself together and shoved him back, totally blank-faced. "Pretty sure you've got the wrong person." "Mom, are you still mad at me?" he stammered, eyes filling with guilt. I just turned to unlock the door, ignoring him. But he stepped in front of me, refusing to move. Then, like he was trying out for a tragic soap opera, he dropped to his knees, his eyes bloodshot and pathetic. "Mom, I know I messed up! I went crazy and let Mona mess with my head. She convinced me you were out to ruin them, so I left with her... But I get it now, I was so wrong. Please, forgive me!"

Fuck any amount of money he has; this kiss is worth more than a million dollars. A sexual shiver runs down my spine as I allow myself to press harder against his warm and inviting body. My desires have now turned into reality as the lemon taste slides across my tongue creating a magical and very sensual moment. He gently slides his fingers into the band of my jeans, lightly sliding them against the lowest part of my back and the top part of my ass.

Dynan caught her wrists gently, intending to put some distance between them because his head was too full of Daggy and the little girl to think about anything else. But Mary pressed closer, her body warm against his, and he became aroused. Maybe it was the frustration or the confusion or the way his wolf was demanding he do something to regain the control he'd lost today. He kissed her hard, his hands moving to her waist and pulling her flush against him. Mary made a satisfied sound and wound her fingers into his hair, kissing him back, knowing exactly what he liked. "That's better," she whispered against his mouth, her voice low and pleased. "I knew you just needed to unwind."

she drawled. “He’s shy,” Brandi tittered. Her arm crept round her son’s shoulder and she was so near that her naked breasts were rubbing against his side as she turned towards him. “If you insist though...” she giggled. Before Ryan could quiet comprehend what was happening, his Mom had her hands on his cheeks and her mouth on his, pushing herself forward and opening her lips. His body reacted automatically, his mouth opening against hers, pressing back and trying to match her movements, his tongue darting forward to tease and taste her as she in turn slid hers around and over his, entering his mouth. His brain kicked in seconds later as he realised he was naked, in a hot tub, French kissing

We broke the kiss as I scooted up completely into his lap, my dress now riding very high on my legs. "Mom," he started. Before he could finish I grabbed his head and once again kissed him hard on the lips. Our tongues swirled in each other's mouths as we shared a passionate kiss as mother and son. He lost all hesitation and placed his hand high on my leg, feeling up my milky thighs and groaning as he squeezed my ass.

Mom begins to moan continuously as her breath leaves her gasping. When I bottom out, we stare into each other's eyes for almost two minutes without moving. We kiss a few tender pecks. Before long, though, Mom's tongue slithers from her mouth into mine, and we French kiss for another minute before she starts slowly gyrating her hips. I slowly begin to short-stroke into her, building to full-length strokes over the next three to four minutes. Once to full strokes, I stroke firmly, maintaining a good pace I know I can keep up for a long while.

“Maman… we both belong to him now.” Camille kissed her daughter’s cum-stained, sweat-slicked lips deeply and moaned, “Yes, baby… we do, dad and Pierre have a thing to learn or two.”

We embraced. "May I kiss you, mom?" Our lips touched as she answered, "yes, my son, please." Briefly tentative, our kiss rapidly escalated. Mom shoved her tongue against my lips and I opened my mouth, welcoming her in. I slipped my hands down her back and under the towel, touching my mother sexually for the first time. Her ass was a little softer than Molly's but nice, real nice. Mom moaned as I massaged her cheeks. As we kissed, her towel came loose. She pulled back and let it fall.

"You old bastard! That's for bullying my dad!" He was Nicky Yates, Caleb's five-year-old son, conceived via IVF after more than a dozen attempts. Emery's entire family treasured him like royalty and spoiled him rotten. I grabbed Nicky by the scruff of his neck, hoisted him up, and delivered a sharp smack to his butt. "If your father won't teach you basic manners, I'll gladly do it today!" Nicky wrapped his arms around my thigh and bit down hard. I grunted in pain and instinctively threw him off me.