..." Anya used one of those methods and not for the first time. "Nothing like what you must have seen and done," she said, watching his eyes. "A man l...ke you." She expected the complement to have a positive effect on him but instead, he frowned. He looked away from her and his hold on her hair loosened. "My life has been all business," he said. Her training told her to keep directing the conversation to him but her instincts were telling her otherwise. Then, an idea occurred to her. Something. And theirs alone. His teenage cock was meanwhile wavering under the lustful earthquake that was his mother's flesh, around him. Enveloping him. Wanting to fuck him dry. He could feel his hot white lava rising inside his loins. His dark desires for her making him moan her name. "Mom...god you are the best. Fucking make your baby boy cum. Goddammit, ride me home you whore!" Devouring this lustful sight, his mother, riding his rockhard teenage cock, with this dark, obsessive fire in her eyes and. He started somewhat startled at what she was saying. “I want you to lick my pussy Marvin. I want you to make me cum. And if you do a good job I will suck your cock then let you fuck me”. She stood then naked before him. “Now you strip honey. Let’s see what you have for me”.Marvin had never undressed so quickly. Sandra was lying on the bed, knees raised and spread wide apart. Jumping into the bed he buried his face into her crotch. Her pussy was already soaked but he made it even wetter as he. Her hands slid around my side to my back, her warm fingers caressing me as she searched for the clasp. “You're so beautiful, Becky.”“So are you, Tonya,” I said. “I love your hair.”“But you got that dark-red,” she said. “That's cute. Guys love redheads.”“They love blondes.”“But they also love big boobs,” she said. “Maybe I like little boobs,” I told her, winking. She smiled at me as her fingers found the clasp. Her brow furrowed as she struggled to undo it. “This is different than doing it to my.