I could tell this sex was about to be a lot dirtier than earlier that day... just the way I like it. I felt my wetness start to drip down toward my a...shole so I begged you to fuck me."You don't deserve that yet. Now spread your legs and play with yourself you dirty fucking slut. You have to prove to me how desperate you are for my dick."I wasn't one to argue. And my pussy was throbbing so I did as I was told. You watched me do it and I felt so exposed and dirty. I liked it better than I. She lay on her stomach on the bed as he took her, her chin quivering nervously, gripping my hands in her two tight fists. Her last orgasm found her with a sweaty brow and wet palms and a profoundly surprised expression on her face, and it left her limp and weak-legged when we walked her to the door."I'm gonna have to find a cheap motel up the highway for tonight," she said, kissing us goodbye. "I'm in no condition to drive all the way through." Jed, ever the southern gentleman, insisted on. A place where the boundaries of family vaporise, where the walls of taboo are broken down by a mother who wants nothing more than to fuck her own son and a son who wants to fuck his own mother. A place where even her husband and his father, Tim couldn't get to.Jennifer drew back her tongue inside her mouth, gathered a tongue-full of foamy saliva, and then licked around the head of her son's cock again. The warm spit covered the purple head and ran in warm, sticky cascades down his shaft, until. Would you like to see the rest I asked . Yes she said . Should I get dressed I asked . No I like to look . Can I touch she asked shyly . Yes I said . She gently touched my hard cock and quickly removed her hand . Didn’t your husband let you touch his ? I asked. No we just kiss once or twice and then he put it in and soon it’s all over three or four pushes she said sadly and all over . It hurt sometimes . I’m sure it did I said . What you needed was foreplay . She looked quizzically . What is.