She made her way back to her own bedroom, slipping back into bed beside her husband. Even more confusing to Sara, a finger of that second hand slipped into her mouth. Indian hot sex Reaching over for her phone, she set the alarm to vibrate at 3:00 AM the next morning; in case she was thirsty again. A low gasp let itself out of her mouth, followed by a whimper of pure ecstacy. Her fingers and hands were driven purely by lust, lust for her own teenage son at that. As she teetered at the edge of orgasm, it was a single phrase that sent her over the edge. She shook her head, trying to tell herself that this was wrong, but down they went. Looking over at the clock, a soft grunt of disapproval escaped her lips. Her eyes rolled back as she heard Eric whisper ‘I’m cumming, mommy’ as thick ropes of cum shot forth from the tip of his cock with more force than she had ever witnessed. It was the fingers slipping into her panties that finally drew her out of her stupor. His legs were spread, knees up, feet flat on the bed. —–
Her eyes fluttered open as she awoke. Her mind screamed that this was as wrong as
