Touch me directly. Another orgasm swelled on the heels of the last. Indian sex I held him, running my hands over his youthful body as he fucked me so hard. My brown hair spread across his lap. He must be hiding his hardon. His jaw dropped. Where Ryan was tall, muscular, outgoing, Davie was slim, short, and shy. I was so hot. “What?” I asked. I liked Cathy a lot. It made my mouth water. Their father was my first, and after he died, I had only dated a handful of times, all horrible disappointments. “Oh, my, that was crazy. It sat in a gray Styrofoam container to cushion it. “It really vanished.”
“Yes, Mom.”
“And you really have to listen to what I say?”
“Yeah,” he groaned, his face twisting. The climax? I groaned, savoring the delight. “Such a beautiful cock,” I purred. ‘Fuck that’s good, Mommy!’”
I engulfed his cock again, sucking so hard as he groaned, “Fuck that’s good, Mommy!”
I shivered as he called me Mommy. “Now get naked for Mommy,” I purred, loving the tingles. Weirder, there was no stamps or shipping labels or return address on the box. She hoped mother/son incest was allowed. When you’re with Kimmie, you’ll often start making out with her on a couch.
