You won't last a week alone, in the cold snow. Such a shame, dead at 21. And if you think you will, your last resort would be to suck and fuck some ho...eless dudes for stale bread. Imagine how they taste, little sis." I thought I stood there, leaning against the wall, feeling like the sky had fallen on my head, for a good fifteen minutes of pure fright. I couldn't let my mom know I knew what she'd done for me and Melanie. I also couldn't tell her I watched it all and that it made me so hot and. .. This is so wrong... This is so, so wrong... But it feels so good... So good baby... So good... Fuck me son... Fuck mommy... Fuck your mother... Fuck your mother's vagina... Yes baby, yes... That's it son... Just like that... Fuck mommy harder... Give mommy your cock baby... Give me your cock... Come on baby, fuck mommy harder... This is what you've been dreaming about... To fuck your very own mother... To feel your mother's pussy wrapped around your pumping cock... Well let me feel your cum. She was gold digging an old man who hardly had time to deal with her and her son, but he always gave her money whenever she needed to pay the bills. She was smokin’ hot. Big breasts, great ass, long blonde hair. The whole package. I loved seeing her dressed up for work. Man, I wanted to fuck her so badly. I would fantasize every day about her and it would give me great erections, ones that pulsed. I never acted on them. Usually teens would, but not me. Something told me not to in my head, that. “You taste so fucking good.” Completely unable to help herself, Emma giggled like a girl and Jack laughed also. Carrying her over to his kingsize bed, he playfully threw her onto the crisp, cool cotton sheets as the glint in his eyes suggested all manner of terrible things in Emma’s imagination. As she lay there with a splay of messy blonde hair covering his subtly, cologne scented pillow, she relaxed into the reality of the situation. Now she knew how Jack also felt about her, all of Emma’s.