But then I felt guilty and realized that what I did was so wrong. I made love with my son in the bathroom and I cum. As I climbed into bed, I kept tel...ing myself to be strong and that I should not let that happen again. Soon, I fell asleep, tired from all the fucking. My son was really a good fuck, draining all my energy.On the next few remaining nights of the week, I putted effort into avoiding my son. I even remembered to lock my door in the bathroom. Having sex with my son with my husband’s. Probably her boobs were nice and bouncy because she never had kids to suck those melons. Letting loose of her liplock, i began sucking her pinkish hard nipples. She was moaning. After caressing all over her back and stomach i inserted my hands inside her pants and began rubbing her wet panties.She was extremely horny and could not take it any more. She jumped out of my grip and took my dick out of my pant and into her mouth. Omg. Her blowjob was so sensual. We then swapped to the 69 position. She kept her pussy nice and smooth and he loved how he could see the perfect line form vertically between the tanned stems she used to get around. Scotty had never seen the inside of what hid behind that perfect line, and only could imagine what shining goodness it revealed, but seeing his mother’s pussy form was good enough for him. Of course, he always wondered what it looked like spread open, but until that day came, if it ever did, he would enjoy his mother the way that he presently did.. ‘You win, Emily!’ I grasped the straps of my suit and shrugged them off my shoulders. I peeled the damp fabric down my body, wriggling my hips and lifting my butt to get it down to my legs. I sat up and put the suit near my chair where I could reach it if I had to. If Emily started waking up and I chickened out, I probably still had time to get it back on. I laid back down, trying to be calm and enjoy the feeling of the sun on my exposed flesh, but I found my heart was racing and my stomach was.