Whenever i’m with you all I could think about is fucking you” He confessed. A large blush grew on her face as her son was talking to her like she ...as some highschool slut. She began to feel kind of bad for him as it was apparent he was ashamed for feeling this way about his mom, and she wanted to fix their relationship as soon as possible. With doubt clouding her mind, and her stomach turning in what she was about to say, she took a deep breath and told her son. “Fine... for your birthday.... Aside from a slight humming and the constant pressure on hisentire body, there was no other sensation. There was no way to tell ifhis eyes were open or not. It was dark.He was leaving his job late, as usual. It was dark then too, but theparking lot lights helped alleviate that. Thoughts of his miserableengineering job occupied most of his mind. No thought was given for hissafety. Why should it, he was six foot four inches and weighed over300lbs. Retired football linebacker would be a. I’m . . . You were right all along. My clitty is worthless and I should be ashamed I ever tried to use it . . .” I freed her from her restraints, stroked it softly, and her clit engorged to its full length immediately, harder, thicker, and longer than it’d ever been. I turned her towards the full-length mirror and pulled her skirt up in front of her. We both giggled at the obscene image of this strikingly beautiful woman with an oversized clit staring back at us. She pulled on a pair of. That's the stuff." She pushed back against him and gyrated herass."Now you big boy." Penelope reached for the white guy's cock.He moved forward and thrust it into her mouth."Maybe this bitch will shut the fuck up now," the white guy chuckled.Penelope went to work sucking on his cock, using her tongue on theunderside, lapping at his fraenulum, and her lips on the shaft. The manbehind her got into a steady rhythm, holding her hips and fucking her withlong hard strokes, driving himself all the.