‘Yeah, I know, it’s little much,’ she laughed nervously. ‘I’ve always been sort of a movie nut and I’ve been collecting them for years.’...She wasn’t kidding. I’ve been in a Blockbuster’s that wasn’t this loaded. The room had probably been a bedroom at one time, but Amy had put up shelves on every wall. They were packed with VHS tapes, floor to ceiling. The only spaces that weren’t filled were the one window, which was covered in a heavy drape, and the one wall, where she had a 36′-inch Sony, two. Even my loudest whimpers and screams would come out as faint whistles through my nose when he gagged me like this.A few seconds later, he had fastened the thick strap around my head and locked it shut. I was completely helpless on the bed as he lifted himself up and I heard the crack of a lube bottle.At least he lubed himself up in the mornings…I smelled like warm cum still even this morning with my ass exposed to the air now. My cunt was already pulsing though, both in anticipation of the. With the other hand, she picked up half an orange and slowly squeezed the fruit, holding it above her wet lips and letting the juice run down her perfect slit."You should taste it", Esme told me, as she rested the orange on her stomach, dipped a finger inside her pussy, rubbed it round her lips and clit and then slid it into her mouth and sucked it. I could feel my snatch was pulsing so hard now as I could hardly believed what I was seeing. It was so hot watching Esme like this.I stood up and. “I’m really sorry Mom. So, so sorry Mom." I whispered roughly as my dick swelled achingly and I thrust harder and harder. I could feel the head of my dick slamming against her steaming hot womb.Then Mom’s screams of protest slowly began to turn to moans of ecstasy. She began to writhe beneath me. Raising and lowering her hips to take more and more of me in. Quickly I released her hands and she hastily used them to grip my ass and shove me deeper into her. “I’m fucking my son,” she began to moan.