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My body felt tingly with every thrust. "Fuck Daddy," I whimpered, my stomach tightening as I rode the high that he brought with every hard pounding. "Nnggh...so g-good," "Look at Mommy," Daddy ran his fingers through my hair and pulled, lifting my head to look at the phone while he pounded into me mercilessly. "Let mommy see how good I make you feel, mmh?" "Mommy," "God, you're making me horny," mommy let out a moan mixed with a groan.

TITLE: My Mom & I Introduction: Busty mom and well-hung son go on a cross country road trip. Hi Guys, This story describes the adventures of a busty mom and her well-hung son, both of them blessed with incredible sexual endurance. If that's not your cup of tea, please look elsewhere—I wouldn't want to disappoint you. Please note: This story contains a lot of erotic scenes. Readers discretion is advised. Enjoy.... ********* "Are you sure you guys are going to be okay?" Hal Preston asked his wife and son.

Like Mom and son had invented their own language that only they could understand. "Oh yes. So good," Christine said, "My son. OH! My little boy. Not so little. Ha ha! His cock. My cunt. Oh fill it, baby. Fill me up. Please. Mommy... It's OK. Need it. So bad. Oh you're doing so good for Mooommmmy!"

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

"Who's the one affecting our son and bringing him shame? Tony can transfer schools. Can your little mistress wash away the scandal of being a homewrecker who seduced a student's parent? "Forcing your own biological son to call your mistress 'Mommy' in front of everyone? You're probably the only person in the world who would do that. I have to say, you and Samantha are perfect for each other—a cheater and a homewrecker." I smiled flatly, then turned my gaze to Samantha. "Ms. Yates, I heard you're a language teacher. Tell me, did I use the right words to describe you and my husband?"

And then they both moved. It was a synchronized, devastating rhythm. Arthur thrust into her ass, a slow, claiming penetration, while Daniel filled her pussy fast and hard. She was stretched beyond belief, filled in both holes, a double fucking that sent shocks of pleasure through her entire body. The friction, the fullness, the sheer obscenity of it pushed her towards a climax that felt like detonation. “Fuck her ass, Dad,” Daniel encouraged, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Make her scream.” Arthur groaned, his pace in her asshole picking up, matching his son’s rhythm. The bed rocked. Jessa’s world narrowed to the slam of their bodies, the slap of skin, the crude, beautiful words pouring from

He also enjoyed a few days per month to play on his own- the benefit of an open marriage. "From Middle Age Sugar Baby...Mom/Son Part One" In part one of 'Mom/Son' I introduced John as my most recent Sugar Daddy. John wanted a sugar lady for a very particular role-play. He wanted someone who would play the role of his mother. His expectation was that he would fly me out about once a month or so and I would stay with him for a few days. During that time, we would go out socially as mother and son. This could include business as well as social events. So he needed a very sophisticated lady that could convincingly maintain the role-play 24/7. In between visits we would write and converse by phon

“Yeah, same thing.” “And a child? Someone like you should not be a mother. You don’t care about anyone but yourself. Which is clear from the story you just told. Your husband was drunk every day on his honey moon, clearly miserable, and instead of caring enough to help, you decided to try and have sex with him. Just like right now. Maybe this is normal for you, but getting shot at and driving across the country isn’t normal for me! And do you think some good old sex would fix it? I’m pissed off at you, not fucking horny!” “Angry sex is like the best sex,” I countered. What an emotional softie. Feelings? Ugh.

I never imagined that on my way to surprise my son, his girlfriend would mistake me for his mistress—lock me in a basement, and torture me for an entire day. Elara had just graduated middle school—top of her class, sharp as a whip and twice as headstrong. To celebrate, I planned a small getaway: just the three of us. Me, my husband Dominic, and our daughter basking under the Bermuda sun, pretending—for a few days—that the world was soft and safe.

"An older man fucking you like you're his property. Tell me the truth, Lia." "Yes! Yes, Julian! Harder, please, fuck me harder!" I sobbed, completely losing my mind from the pleasure. He gripped my waist with both of his huge hands, lifting my body slightly with every single downward plunge, driving his dick so deep I could feel it hitting the very top of my womb. The forbidden nature of it, the raw age gap, the way he completely controlled every inch of my body pushed me straight over the edge. My tight walls clamped down on his long dick like a vice, contracting wildly over and over again as a massive, uncontrollable squirt burst out of me, drenching his thighs and his stomach.