The mouth of her womb caressed him lovingly. His potency gathered in his loins. A sun, hotter than the last collected at his centre and made its seari...g way to his swelling maleness. He cried her name. ‘Miloena!’ And his hands closed around her hips, pulling her down onto him, impaling her, thrusting gently in a single intention to enter her as deeply as possible. She felt his rising fire and the molten honey in her belly answered with alarming readiness. ‘Altarus!’ She called to him and. But when she used to be offline, I would turn off the net and message her all my fantasies about her. About how I would fuck her, lick her pussy, love that butt-hole and so on.One day, I forgot to turn off the net. It was around 11:00 p.m. I wrote another one of my fantasies about how I would fuck her while she’ll be making me food in the kitchen, which will be the mixture of my penis juice and her pussy juice.After sending her the message, I jerked off looking at all the sexy things I wrote. Her nose nuzzled into my clit while her tongue wiggled so deep into me.I gasped, my back arching. My breasts jiggled and swayed before me. My thighs squeezed around her purple hair, holding her head in place. I leaned back, my hands gripping the edge of her desk. I humped against her, grinding my snatch on her mouth.“Yes, yes, Stacie! Eat me!” I moaned. “That's it. Get that tongue in me. I'm going to cum! I need this so badly!”“Go, Denice, go!” Felicia cheered. “Woot, that's hot!”“So hot!” I. As soon as he hears the engine disappear down the street his cock becomes fully erect and he moves to his bedroom door. He knows in the back of his mind that this is wrong, that sons don’t fuck their mothers, that this is incest. He knows that his mother is fighting within herself to not give in to her sexual desires. But, he can’t help himself he loves his mother and he loves her body. He opens his door and creeps across the hall, pauses at his mother and father’s bedroom door then softly.