She rested a hand on my bulge and offered, “I’ll fix it for you, baby.”
I objected, “But… but… Mom…”
She smirked and said, “Don’t be afraid. Milf sex –
I woke with Leslie laying on my chest. Put it in my mouth.”
Priscilla walked in nude while her little sister sucked my iron-hard rod. I felt a movement in my underwear and had to remind myself she was my Mom. When I slowly slid my rigid rod into her dirthole, she complained. And a shower! Don’t fuck my ass!”
Her mother asked, “You remember what the safeword is?”
Between moans and grunts, Priscilla nodded and replied, “I know it, but I won’t say it! UH! I’m sorry!”
“Why? From what I saw this morning, Karl likes you just fine.”
Mom smiled and Leslie and I blushed intensely, remembering her catching us in the middle of sex. There’s juice dripping from her pubic hair!”
It didn’t seem to make sense when Priscilla complained, “Mom, I really don’t want to.”
The rest of us simultaneously asked, “What?” Her mother elaborated, “He has a nice face and body, like his father,
