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“Son, I am going to fuck you”. “But mom”. That was all he could say until she had her lips around his hard cock. Yes he knew what fucking and blow jobs were. All his friends talked about it, but he had never experienced any. Just as he was feeling so great, he heard a car’s horn blow in the drive way. “No mom. Dad is coming”.. She didn’t care. She was getting the cock she had waited all her life for. She had sucked it and it was as hard as a rock and she was ready to mount him. The father/husband was home. He yelled when he came in the living room, but he heard no answer. maid As he walked into the kitchen, he saw the empty liquor bottles and knew his wife would be crocked. He doggy wondered if she was passed out before cooking dinner. As he looked around for the food, he heard noises from upstairs. He decided to go check them out. As the noises led him to his son’s room, he was mature shocked when he looked in and saw what was going on. His wife had mounted hard fuck his son and was bouncing up and down on his gigantic cock. She had her back to rough fuck him and all he could focus on was her hairy cunt and hairy asshole staring right at him. Juices was leaking down his son’s cock and both of them were moaning and grunting. As she was doing most of the work, up and down, up and down, she wasn’t going all the way down. It appeared she couldn’t hold all his cock. He was hitting bottom, but she loved it. He didn’t know what to do. “Me too,” she whispered. “Nope, ” Stuck-Uppest responded curtly. “Too much sand,” the woman finally said through gritted teeth, “too much fucking sand.” We took 2 of them and soaked rough fuck up the sun for a while before Jon decided that he was going for a walk - naked. My mind drowned in it just like I drowned in their pussy juices. Right? Why were you doing something?” she freaked out for a moment coming up with a response. That little cock of his swings like a hard fuck pendulum as he moves. If I had, it had just been an instinctual thing. When we got there, Tina and Amy had cooked up some pork chops in the frying pan, made some white gravy, sliced up and fried some potatoes with Vidalia onions, and microwaved some peas. Barely even clothing. I doubt that you’d qualify.” I didn’t like thinking mature about the event. I clear my throat, "Yes... maid yes I am." “Or we will call the police and make a scene on doggy your front porch until they get here.” With so many people around, Connor felt funny asking for Jenna’s number or Instagram, and so they just said “See ya next week” although each could tell that more needed to be said.