His feet were bare, and he wasn’t wearing a shirt. tube8 Fuck-lube oozed from his pisshole and dribbled over his
white knuckles. She’d never imagined him
with a hard-on. He dropped his ass suddenly, lying flat out on
the bed again. “You taste good, Mom, you taste good!”
His cum spurted out a half-dozen times, leaving fat white gobs
and slimy streams on his belly and chest. The fuck-itch spread down her legs and made her toes
tingle. Shawn had either
finished his piano practice or was taking a break. Even in grade school he had
girls calling him all the time. She watched in a daze of disbelief
as her son muttered about fucking her and pumped his hand up and down
his big veiny cock. Shawn’s pink lips curled around the crotch of her panties,
sucking, munching.
