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Blackmailing MILF (HotTexasCowboy & Cindi Fuller)

Sandy lie on her tummy, her breasts large and exposed at her sides, her ass sticking up as her son played with her body. She sighed in protest. "just let me lie here" as he prodded and turned her over her legs spread as he moved over her.

She knew he was going to get her wet again, as did he. She was obviously susceptible to arousal at the slightest touch of her nipples as she felt his mouth cover one, licking and sucking, making her gasp and moan, his grin on her nipple as he teased her. He knew she was unable to resist this as he worked her to a heightened sense.

Her head was spinning, tired and exhausted as she tried to make sense of what was happening in her life, her mind clouded with the elder son using her body, after she had been used and abused by the younger. Her ass still a bit sore from the spankings.

She felt her body arch as he licked and sucked her nipples, his mouth suddenly working lower. "oh god, not that, please, you can't" she protested, knowing he could and would do what he wanted as there was no real way for her to stop him outside of ruin her life and reputation.

She felt him toy with her labia and clit. Her wetness rapidly increasing, as she placed a hand on his forhead, her nails sliding over his scalp. she pulled him closer. "Oh god, your killing me" she moaned, her body responded as she felt her legs trembling, she knew she was going to orgasm as he continued to tease her driving her to the brink of orgasm. "god, oh no, not now" she moaned, her legs spread wider as her heels dug into the mattress, her legs bending at the knee he had total access. She felt his fingers inside her.

She whimpered as he pushed his little finger in her tiny virgin ass. She had never had anyone do this, she had never allowed it. But her pussy and ass tight around his fingers as they started clenching. she felt her body trembling with the sensations.
 
Bill pushed against her hand to lift away from her pussy, enough to urge her, "Don't fight it, Mom. Let it go. Your body wants this, so give in to it." Then his face returned eagerly to her privates, his tongue whirling about, licking at her lips, flicking over her clit. His fingers had never stopped, mounting a coordinated assault on her vagina and virgin asshole. The pinky finger wriggled and twitched inside her, rubbing at tissue she had never had stimulated like this before. At times, the finger deep inside her cunt pressed against the one inside her ass; at other times, it curled to rub at her g-spot, while his tongue was fondling her clit.

Fin had returned some time ago and he had been busy. Now there were vidcams in several places around the house: two in the living room, one in the kitchen, one in the dining room, one in the basement rec room. He had one standing by to put in the shower, but had not had a chance to plant it. He returned to his room and made sure he had control over all the cameras, then checked in his mother's room just in time to catch her and Bill on the bed fresh from the shower. He was recording all that went on from there, and now was wondering just how far his brother intended to go this time...

Bill's cock was hard against the mattress as he gave his mother intense oral love. Once she had come a couple of times, he was planning to turn around on her and have some sweet 69.
 
Sandy's arms covered her face. Her legs spread as she was pleasured and probed. Her hands intertwined at her fingers. Her back arching as her heels dug into the mattress. Sher body glistened as she arched her back.

" please... No.. Oh god. .. Ahhhhhgh" she moaned as her body quaked. Her hips bucking as she orgasmed. Her pussy so sensitive and hot. Her tummy clenched as the tendons on her neck stood out. Her cries filled the room. " please. .. No more... Oh god" she whimpered as her pussy and ass clenched around his fingers over and over. Her body quaking as she tried to push his face from her hypersensitive clit. Squirming and gasping for air as her son tormented her with continued assaults from his tongue and fingers.
 
Bill felt the the spasms of her prodded chambers clenching against his fingers. Her moans and whimpers, her arching back and rocking hips told him he had her where he wanted her. The fingers withdrew, but he kept his tongue busy licking at her pudenda as he used his hands and knees to shift around her body, until his knees straddled her head. His arms went around her hips and clasped at her ass, while the hard tube of his erection brushed at her hands over her face.

Wrapping his arms tightly around her, he shifted his weight to the side so the two of them together rolled over. Now he was on his back, his hands on her ass pulling her pussy hard against his face. His tongue flattened to give her broad licks along her labia, and tightened at either end to flicker over her clit or probe through her taut vaginal entrance and lick inside as far as he could reach. He could feel her breasts spreading against his muscled stomach as she lay on him. Her gasping breath was warm against the thick tube of his cock that lay on his pelvis, taunting her to reciprocate the pleasures he was giving her.
 
"Oh no ,,,, what are you doing" she complained as he rolled her over on him. His fingers digging into her round ass pulling her to his tongue. "Please no more. I can't take it" she whimpered. Her body against him. Her pussy licked. She jerked each time his tongue hit her hypersensitive clit. Whimpering as his thick hard shaft pressed against her face she knew what he wanted. Even though it hadn't been 20-minutes since he came. She started to suck him.

Her head bobbed as she sucked him into her full lips and hot mouth. The thick head going back to her throat as she swallowed taking him deep over and over. Cher legs trembled as she spread over him her pussy licked over and over. She knew he was going to make her orgasm again.

Her blonde hair spilled over his thighs as she sucked him rubbing his balls. Trying to forget it was her son and she couldn't seem to resist a hard cock. She knew she was a slut and there was nothing she could do to change that. It had finally caught up with her in her home.
 
This time, unlike in the shower, Bill wasn't going to force her to take his cock. It was there below her face for her to use or not. So he felt a surge of power as she willingly took the hard organ with her lips and started sucking him deep into her mouth. She was free to set the pace and the rhythm to suit her, and she was sucking him avidly and deeply. He felt her fingers massaging his balls and her hair gently flowing over his thighs. His mother was sucking him off! he thought excitedly, and only because he had turned her on beyond her control.

His breath came hot and deep against her pussy. He determined to give her another orgasm, or more. It had not been that much time since his last ejaculation, so he knew he would last longer this time. His tongue whipped her clit and teased the entrance to her cunt, lapping along her lips in shifting from one to the other. She was so wet and her juice so pungent. His fingers on her ass spread the cheeks wide, so that his forefinger could seek out her anus again and press in to pump and wriggle. His wrist twisted, and then his thumb was probing into her cunt, rubbing against the tight walls and sliding through the slick wetness.

The bedroom echoed with gasps and grunts, moans and whimpers as they raced to bring each other to a final climax. Sooner than he would have thought, Bill felt his pelvic muscles clenching, bringing his seed from his balls to course along his turgid shaft and explode into her mouth.
 
Sandy sucked and bobbed on the hard shaft as she felt the round smooth hard head sliding in and out of her throat. She had sucked enough guys off that she knew what she was doing and this one was big enough that her throat was extra tight.

She felt his finger probing her tiny hole and she let out a muffled moan of protest. Her tiny pink hole clenched as she tried futile to resist. Her ass soon stretching around as a thumb probed her pussy. Her hips bucked as she rode her sons face pushed beyond control as she felt him throbbing she pressed her lips to the base of his shaft.

Her swallowing throat muscles milking him. Her body started to writhe. She felt her juices spill out as she orgasmed. Her ass and pussy milking his fingers. Her throat milking his hard member. Her body trembled in pleasure. She thought for sure some rest would come. Unaware fin was watching everything with great interest.
 
Her eldest son felt her body tense and writhe, her mouth working at his dick for all she was worth. Juices of orgasm flooded his face from her pussy, and he rooted into her crotch, trying to lick it all up. His own cock splashed semen deep into her mouth, her throat milking out his essence, encouraging his spasms that drained him. Long moments passed until the tumult eased and both of them collapsed, their arousal finally dimming into lethargy.

With a groan, Bill shifted to turn his mother back onto her back, with him beside her. He ran a hand gently over her far hip, her legs resting on his arm. "That was fantastic, Mom," he sighed out, the sweat cooling on his body. For a long time he could not bring himself to move, and apparently, neither could she. Finally, he roused, pulling himself to sit on the edge of the bed and then to rise. Naked still, he leaned over and gave her a light peck on her cheek. "You need to rest and regain your strength," he said cryptically, smiling as he padded out the bedroom door.

He went to his room to grab a bathrobe, then joined Finley in his room, hunched over his computer. His cock was still aching from watching Bill and their mother enjoy torrid oral sex on his spycam. Now he was editing the video, pixeling out Bill's face anytime it was exposed to the camera. Bill would remain anonymous, while their mother would be the star of another porn video.

"Did you leave anything for me?" he asked with a hint of jealousy.

"We haven't fucked her yet," Bill grinned. "I was leaving her incestuous cherry for you, bro. I'll be away tonight, so she's all yours. It's only 2:30 now; just let her rest until dinner. And make sure you record the whole thing."

"You got it!" Fin said enthusiastically. Over a year younger than his brother, Fin hadn't had nearly as much sexual experience as Bill, but he'd watched lots of online porn and studied up on human mating and pleasure. Now he would have this evening to take himself and their mother to another level. He could hardly wait.
 
Sandy swallowed load after load as she sucked and bobbed on his thick throbbing shaft. The seed filled her belly, as her pussy orgasmed so intensely that she thought she would pass out. She was eventually rolled over, her son pulling his long limp shaft from her throat and mouth. Her big breasts heaved as she tried to gain some composure. Her son kissing her on the cheek like a son would a mother.

She lie there after he left. She was exhausted but had trouble drifting off after the long day of sex with one boy then the next. her mind was filled with images of her son's huge manhood. her body was sore and well used yet never was she actually fucked. She was in turmoil as her head spun. The confused situation made her dizzy with the confusion she felt.

She was lying on her side as she finally drifted off, the sun was shining in the window. Her dreams were no more restful then her wake as she dreamt of one son after another. One huge shaft after another. She woke with a start, filled with fear at first. Her body glistening with sweat. She looked around. It was still light outside.

She needed another shower. Her body soaked with sweat, her hair messed. She went into the bathroom naked. unaware of her audience as she slipped into the shower. Unaware her youngest son would be the only one home tonight. she Showered and cleaned herself. Fixing her hair. She brushed her teeth, the taste of her oldest son gone from her lips finally.

She was dried and ready to dress as she went into her room. unaware Fin had plans for her she stopped as she entered the room, looking at him as he grinned. She wasn't sure what he had planned but her had an evil grin on his face. She remembered the spankings from her youngest, her usually gentle son. She shook her head no as he nodded. Her heart pounding. Her day far from over as far as her son's were concerned. She wondered how long she could take the continual torment, being told what to wear and made to do things for them.

The sexual deeds getting more and more intimate as they used the information on her to make her their own sex doll and use her as they wanted.
 
Fin was seated on the bed, grinning, his eyes boldly sweeping over his mother's naked figure as she emerged from the shower. "Hey, Mom," he greeted her with an exaggerated casual manner. "You're looking good, just the way I remember you. I think you got some tan this morning." The reminder of this morning was a way of making sure she understood the blackmail power he had over her. "Bill's gone out for the night. Movies with friends, he said, and probably hanging out at a club to go dancing." And pick up girls and get them drunk, he didn't say. But then again, Bill already had the hottest babe under his thumb here at home. In any case, he had left the coast clear for Fin tonight, and Fin intended to make the most of it.

"So I was thinking, why not go out for some dinner, just the two of us. Have a chance for some mother-son bonding, so to speak." He stood up and gestured to clothes laid out on the bed. "I even chose a nice outfit for you to wear. I think you'll look really hot in them." Bill had made it clear last night that Sandy was to dress sexy for the boys, and Finley seemed to have the same idea. He had picked a tight blue tube top that stretched to barely contain her boobs. Her nipples poked through the fabric pretty clearly, and her breasts bulged from the top of the tight wrap to make impressive cleavage.

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He matched it with a black almost floor-length skirt that was slit almost up to her hips on both sides. She had bought it as a beach wrap, but but it would barely work for a skirt. A few fringes dangled down on each side, but any step would clearly reveal her legs.

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There were a pair of red high heels standing by on the floor. Her husband had bought them for a present, but she couldn't remember an occasion for wearing them. Fin didn't offer her any underwear for the dress, but gave her a pair of fishnet thigh-high stockings.

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Fin had her stand before him and do a turn. "You look hot!" he smiled. Given that he was wearing baggy blue jeans with a belt, and a pull-over polo shirt, her outfit seemed to outclass him, besides being so daring, but he didn't seem to mind. "There's an Italian place down on Sumner Avenue, not far. Dark booths and black tablecloths. What do you say?" he asked, although it was more an order than a suggestion.
 
Sandy watched in shock. She knew although Fin commented in a form of suggestion the clothes and going out were not. She swallowed hard. Starting to protest a hard look from her son gave her the answer. She sighed as she slipped into the clothing provided. She blushed at her image. She looked slutty and exposed. The top tight for her large breasts. Her nipples nearly visible in the thin fabric.

She didn't know what was worse. Going out like this or staying home to be molested by her son. She sighed again in defeat. "Alright. A nice dinner then" she said. Thankful for the darkness of the restaurant.

She drove them slowly to the place suggested. Her legs exposed as she drove. Feeling reluctant to be seen like this she prayed no one would know her there. Her son grinning the whole way. Obviously in charge.
 
The headwaiter greeted them with no observation about their clothing other than a raised eyebrow when his back was turned. "Booth or table?" he asked, and Fin answered for them, "Booth, a quiet one." The waiter led them to a quiet corner booth, pulling the table out a bit so they could easily slip into place before he pushed it back in so that the length black tablecloth gave them virtual privacy below the table surface.

Fin took charge with the waiters when he came to ask for beverages. He ordered a diet soda for himself and a glass of red wind for his mother. "This is such a nice, secluded place, isn't it?" he said as the waiter went to fetch their drinks. He was right next to Sandy in the booth, and her slitted skirt and slipped from her legs as she had taken her seat. His hand went to her thigh, playing a bit at the top of her hose around the middle of her thigh, then slipping higher and pushing between her legs. "Now you don't want to make a scene," he warned her, his fingers gradually mounting an expedition toward her uncovered crotch.

The waiter returned and placed their drinks before them, but the draped tablecloth shielded Fin's playing. He ordered some parmesan chicken for himself and pasta alfredo for his mom, which he knew to be one of her favorites. Meanwhile, his fingers had found the part of her labia, and started slowly stroking along them.
 
Sandy was surprised how her young son took charge. She swallowed hard as he took advantage of the privacy. She was flushed as he played with her. She started to protest but his words were stern and reminded her of her position and his and there public display.

She felt his fingers move to her pussy. Rubbing and probing she grimaced as she grew damp. Damn her body for being so responsive. Her heart pounded. She swallowed hard. "Please" she whispered as her son grinned as if it was natural to sit and drive her crazy like this. Her eyes widened as he found her clit. She bit her lip to stifle a moan. Her son obviously enjoying toying with her in public.
 
Fin did enjoy playing with his mother's intimacy under the table. He could sense her responding, getting damp, which excited him. He heard her try to suppress her reaction. I thrilled him that he could do this to her, even here in a dark restaurant. He noticed the return of the waiter with their salads, and continued to play with her until the small plates were served and the waiter left. Only then did he remove his hand, licking at his fingers before picking up his fork to start on the salad.

But after he had taken a few bites and given Sandy a chance to do the same, he fixed her with a stare. "It's your turn now, Mother. My pants are unzipped. You can eat with one hand, but I expect you to keep the other one busy. It's only fair, after all."
 
Sandy sighed as her son directed her to pleasure him. He had worked her into a sexual arousal and she knew feeling that huge shaft would drive her crazy. With trembling fingers she slipped inside his open trousers and found his member. She rubbed and squeezed with her soft cool hands. Not really hungry as she stroked him ignoring the salad. Her big breasts in the tight top were shaking in rythm to her arm stroking him. Her face was red. A combination of embarrassment and arousal.

Her legs spread she felt her pussy hot and wet as her nipples distended further.
 
Fin ate slowly, one bite at a time, closing his eyes to chew carefully, as if savoring his salad. What he was savoring what his mother's hand. She was loving, not perfunctory. Had his fingers awakened her to such ardor, he wondered, or was it cock? One way or the other she fell into the trap and was his to enjoy. His nostrils flared as his breath deepened. But this was not to be the pay-off, just the prologue. He put his hand on her wrist and moved her hand, reluctantly on her part, from his throbbing cock. "Eat," he told her, "at least some bites, or it'll look suspicious."

And it was his turn again. He ate awkwardly with his left hand, while his right returned to her crotch. It was sopping on his fingers, and they swirled easily over her soft, sweet tissues. He could see her nipples pointing out like bullets through her top, even though he'd never touched them. "I know what will satisfy you," he whispered to her. "And it won't happen here. Eat your salad."

He played with her until the waiter returned with their main course. He indicated no interest of concern about Sandy's blatant appearance. The darkness of the restaurant was her shield; almost all the customers used it; romantic games were happening all around them, although not this extreme. "Was the salad all right?" he asked as he picked up their plates.

"Fine," Fin answered. "Just saving room for the main course." The food smelled savory and delicious as it was placed before them, spicy enough to almost cover the scent of her pussy. Fin's hands left as he dug into his chicken. "Go ahead," he offered her, his words muffled from a mouthful. "Indulge yourself for a bit," he grinned confidently, knowing what she would want.
 
Sandy stroked and pleasured the hard shaft. She tried to forget it was her son as she felt her breasts heave in the tight to threatening to burst forth. She squirmed and felt him throbbing. He was close and it excited her. She felt rather than saw him take her wrist moving it aside. She nearly cried out as he rubbed her arousing her. She absently took some bites.

She was kept on the verge of orgasm. The torture making her want to cry out. To thrust her hips. Her son seemed to keep missing her clit and it drove her wild. She trembled as she tried to eat. After a few bites she resorted to just drinking her wine. Her body tense and filled with desire.
 
Fin was a little disappointed. When he'd told her to indulge herself, he'd expected her to reach for his cock again. Instead, she nibbled at her food a bit, then drank down her wine. A little spirits to fortify herself, he thought, which wasn't a bad idea. He signaled the waiter to come and refill her glass. "Drink up, mother," he said encouragingly. His hand slipped back between her thighs to rub her and keep her simmering, but not for long, as he returned to enjoying his meal for a bit.

"Is that really all you want?" he asked solicitously, nodding toward her plate. "It seems a waste." He signalled the waiter again, indicating he wanted the food saved in take home cartons. "Perhaps a midnight snack," he smiled. After the waiter took their plates to the kitchen to prepare them to take out, Finley took Sandy's hand and returned it to his lap, and the hard lance that was waiting for her there. "It's going to be a challenge to zip this back up again to leave," he smirked. "You really are more conveniently dressed." He reached to stroke her pussy as she was attending to him.

They kept it up until the food and check arrived. Fin removed her hand so she could fumble with her purse and pay the bill. Meanwhile, he struggled in his lap in the guise of seeking his napkin; what he was really doing was zipping up and refastening his shorts. While the shorts were baggy, he doubted they would sufficiently disguise the boner he was sporting. The waiter dutifully returned to pull the table out so they could exit more-or-less gracefully. As soon as they were out the door and headed to the parking lot, Fin slipped a hand into the skirt's slit and rubbed Sandy's ass, keeping it there until they reached the car.

"I'll drive, Mom," Fin volunteered. He held the car door open to the passenger side for Sandy to get in, then got behind the wheel. But before he started, he swept aside his mom's skirt so he could see her stockinged legs and her naked waist. "Pleasure yourself while we drive home," he invited her as he started the car. "Tits or pussy, I don't care, but don't climax, not yet." He spoke like he expected his orders to be followed, and, in fact, he did.
 
Sandy was in turmoil. The wine kept coming. Her body was either being pleasured or she was rubbing a huge hard cock, or both. She felt his throbbing member again. He wasn't ready to come and pulled her hand away. Her pussy was soaked and several times she thought she would explode in orgasm but it stopped each time.

As they paid she carried the food to the car. Her ass played with by Fin as they got to where they parked. After she was seated in the passenger seat Fin exposed her pussy. Ordering her to play with herself.

Her slender fingers slid over her wetness. She was trembling as they drove. The day had been long and while her nap had refreshed her physically. Emotionally and mentally she was exhausted and her resistance was broken. Remembering the spankings she tried to make sure she didn't orgasm.

Moaning now. Her arousal so pervasive she thrust her hips as she touched herself. " oh god. I need to cum. Pleasssse" she whimpered as she rubbed faster.
 
"Don't! Don't do it, Mom, or you'll get a spanking when we get home!" Finley warned. His mother's blatant self pleasuring was making his cock throb, and it was challenging for him to watch the road when he wanted to look beside him at her. "But then, maybe that's you want. Hmm? Does the thought of you bent over my knees getting swatted just turn you on more?" he voiced with a leer.

"Either way, you're going to get a big fat cock inside you tonight," he muttered under his breath, not sure if she heard her over her own whimpering or not. He turned onto their block, knowing they would be home in a minute or less.
 
Trembling as she slowed her movement her body weak and shaking. Thinking of him spanking her made her fearful and somehow aroused. Her heart was pounding as he pulled into the drive slamming on the breaks in the garage. She could see his arousal as well. Her eyes glued to the thick rigid bulge. She knew she was beyond caring he was going to fuck her. She actually needed it. Desired it. His confidence and forceful manner comforting to her.
 
Fin punched the button on the dashboard to close the automatic garage door, but even as the door was closing, he leaped from his door, running around the car to open Sandy's side. He grabbed her arm and physically pulled her out to her feet. He led her inside the door, then pushed her down on her front on the breakfast room table, bent over at the waist. He kicked her feet apart, then grabbed the back flap of her skirt and tossed it up to her back, uncovering her from the ass down.

For a moment he pressed up against her, his bulge through his shorts rubbing in the crease of her ass and against her crotch.. He reached to her hair with a hand and used his grip to pull up her head and make her arch her neck and bow her back. Much as he liked the dominance of the position, he released her hair and took a step back, rubbing his hands on her ass. "You were a good girl and didn't cum, did you?" he teased her. "But you're not really a good girl, are you? Right now, the only thing you can think about is getting fucked... by your son. Is that a good girl? I don't think so..."

He swatted her ass. Not hard, not really painful, just to show he was in control. Four spanks in all, two on each ass cheek. Then his hand slipped to her crotch. "So wet. Beg me to fuck you, Mom," he ordered with utter confidence.
 
Before she knew it she was grabbed by the arm and jerked out of the car. Fin was apparently as ready as she was. His fingers dug into her arm, she wasn't sure if it was meant to inflict pain or just his eagerness but he held her arm tight and pushed her down roughly over the table as they got inside.

Her round ass sticking up she felt him kick her high heels apart, as he flipped up her skirt in one deft movement, exposing her motherly ass and wet pussy. She felt her heart pounding under her big breasts. She was gasping. Her head pulled back as his fist was buried in her long blonde hair, her back arched making her round ass stick up more.

She moaned as he slapped her ass, her ass had red handprints on each cheek. He didn't sting her as hard as earlier, but he let her know he was in charge. She winced at each slap and then felt him grind against her. "oh god, oh Fin, you're making me crazy" she moaned, wanting it all to stop and also wanting more, her mind was confused, her body betrayed her, she truly was a slut that her son believed she was.

She lie there, ass sticking up, round and firm, her pussy wet and shaved, she was the image of a slutty milf in her thigh high fishnets and high heels. She moaned. "oh god, fin, it's so wrong, but I need to have it. Please, fuck me now, fuck me with your big hard cock" she whimpered, as she heard him chuckle, she and he both knew he had her, he could do anything he wanted, he could make her do or wear anything. She felt his hands on her hips as she spread wider, giving him access.
 
It was the most exciting words he'd ever heard, he was convinced. His mother, who'd raised him as a child, told him when to eat, go to bed, do his homework... Now she was his and he was the one in undisputed control. Sexual control; he controlled her body, and through it her will. She could't resist him or defy him. It was intoxicating power.

And arousing! In the quiet of the nook, where the only noise was the heavy panting of one desperately needy woman and her horny son, the sound of his shorts being unsnapped followed by the metallic hiss of his zipper being lowered carried easily. Then the rustle of clothes slipping down his legs. "Take a look, Mother," Fin ordered. "This is the cock that's about to fuck you." He was holding his erection at the base, waggling the thick mass toward her. Taking a step closer, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, then held his cock again and slapped the heavy shaft on her butt a few times.

He gave himself room to move the smooth, thick dome against her pussy lips and move it up and down along her labia, smearing her lubricating juices over his cockhead. "This log is going to slip right into you, you're so wet and slick for it," he taunted her. He positioned his end at the entrance to her cunt, holding it there with pressure to hint at the coming entry. "Ready Mom? Now, reach down and rub my cock and balls, and I'll reward you with a nice, hard fuck," he demanded, wanting one more show of her slutty surrender as prelude to his fucking her.
 
Gasping and out of control, for a teen her son had incredible control as she begged for him. Perhaps it was the control that made him aroused but as he taunted and teased her sliding the thick smooth purple head between her pussylips she could think of nothing but the release she desired. She was in turmoil and the hardest thickest shaft she had ever been around no nestled in her wanton opening.

"Oh god please I need it" she sobbed as her fingers reached down and groped for his manhood. Stroking and pulling as her hips rolled trying to take him in. Her moans and whimpers filling the kitchen as she lie face down spread open looking slutty in her attire
 
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