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A release so he could function around Mom. But the rationalization felt hollow as another loud moan tore through the wall. Mom was cumming, loud and shameless. Marcus growled her name, or something close to it, and the thrusting sounds grew erratic and brutal. I could almost feel the impact of his hips, the way his balls would slap against her. My own body betrayed me, pulsing with empty need. I was so wet that it had soaked through to the sheets beneath me.

INTIMACY (Ending) Rosanna's P O V I sauntered into the sitting room with my mind somewhere else. "Ros, how come you're just getting back? Do you know what time is it? It's almost midnight, where have you been?" Matt ranted coming to stand in front of me. "Matt, I need you to go back home, go stay with Mom," I told him simply and walked passed him but then uncounted Tara who was just coming out from the kitchen.

She expressed her regrets and kept apologizing to me over and over again. I floated next to her and listened to her, watching as she aged with every passing day. I didn't feel any hatred or resentment. I only felt a little regretful. It was a shame that Mom only learned what true love was after she lost me. It was a shame that she only learned to let go of her pointless obsession with her reputation after I passed away. It was a shame that we weren't able to live together in peace and harmony—a shame that things had to end up this way.

The woman was none other than Emily. Her hand stiffened in mid-air, and tears suddenly welled up on her face. "Owen, I am your mommy, how can you treat me like this... I carried you for nine months, went through a lot of hardships. Can't you speak to me more kindly...?” "Hmph!" Owen's face was full of disdain. He was still young and didn't understand what it meant to carry a child for nine months. But he was very clear that he didn't like Emily, he hated this woman who claimed to be his mommy.

She laughed, "Well, this is not how I imagined your stay at home but if that's what makes you comfortable, so be it. However, don't expect me to join in and your naturalism shall be confined to when we are alone." I swear, you can't knock my mom off balance, can't be done. But, I was comfortable. We sat and chatted, mom in her robe and me nude. She never tried to sneak a peek and I, thankfully, didn't get a boner. I never asked why it appeared she was fingering herself as she watched me masturbate and why it looked like she had finished the job when she came into the kitchen. Opened relationships between and mother and son have their limits.

"I want to make love to you, mom." She wanted him inside of her. Badly. But there was no way. "Brandon, what happened to just making out?" "I want the ultimate intimacy with you, mom. I need to be connected with you at that level." "There's no way. I'm not on birth control and I am not taking your virginity." Mom, listen to me. I don't want to fuck you. I want to make love to you." "Bran, honey..." "Well, at least let me return the favor from last night and go down on you."

I grabbed a pillow, biting it hard to muffle my moans. “You’re so fucking wet for me. Just for me.” He says, voice hoarse and throaty. He held unto my waist, slamming back into me with no caution. No amount of pillow i was biting through could have prepared me for the pure pornographic moan that squeaked past my lips. “I-I’m coming.” I whimpered and his grip around my hair tightened “Not yet, wait for me.” He says in my ears, thrusting in and out of me, chasing his release

Mom: "God, baby, STOP! I appreciate what you are doing, but I just want you to do me, and do me hard. I am so horny, so ready. Let's both make this a night to remember...enough with hammer time...now, it's baby time." I pulled all the way out of mom till only the end of my cock lightly grazed her wet pussy, then I slammed it home. Mom winced. I withdrew it all the way, and then brought it forward. As I continued to pile-drive into my gorgeous mother, I carefully started moving her towards the bedpost. Finally, I had her where I instinctively needed her for breeding, with her legs on my shoulders, her slender ankles bumping into my ears, her beautiful smooth mommy feet dangling in the air. My

His cock slid easily inside my inferno and I moaned loudly the instant he penetrated me, "Oh yes, son, thank you so much, baby. Now fill Mommy's cunt all the way up with your cock." Slowly all of his eight inches filled me, and I watched as his face expressed how in awe he felt that not only was he losing his virginity, but he was losing it to his own mother, a woman he'd lusted after for years. Once he was all the way inside me, he paused, savouring the feeling of my cunt wrapped around his entire cock. Slowly, he began to make love to me. It was slow and tender, and he leaned down and we kissed. This mix of dominance and romance was strange yet erotic, and it enhanced the intimacy of the m

"She is my wife, and I expect you to treat her with the respect she deserves." His mother's lips curled into a disdainful smirk, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she regarded him with thinly veiled contempt. "Oh, please," she scoffed, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Forgive me for being concerned about my son's well-being. But if you insist, dear, I'll apologize to your precious wife." Vincenzo's eyes narrowed dangerously, his patience wearing thin as he glared at his mother. "Apologize now," he demanded, his voice low and menacing.