The friction built the ache at the tip. Yes, finger Mommy. Milf sex I groaned, my breasts heaving. The fabric rolled up my stomach to my breasts. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Rebecca. My cream ran hot down my thighs. I heard my mother’s breathing quickened. Loved her. My cock was half-hard from naughty thoughts. “Going to make you cum. She panted as I pressed her to the bed. My mom knocked on the door, sticking her head in. I frowned then listened carefully. Her virgin flesh wrapped about me. “Thea’s sister always talks about how your night together.”
I smiled. The pleasure was incredible. “I… I would let her recover while I took a shower. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of my panties and yanked them down. Her milk flooded my mouth, pleasure rippling through my body. It was intense. My mother was sucking my cock. I couldn’t hold out much longer. My fingers jammed deep into her asshole. Mom whimpered. She hit her bed and gasped, breaking the kiss. The cream rushed into my
