"You want my cum? You're gonna have to earn it. Milk my fucking cock with your ass, you slut," I demanded. She responded by squeezing her tight ass on...my cock over and over as I leaned in and forced my cock to stay buried to the hilt. She tried her best to force me out, but gravity kept me inside. The sensation was incredible, and soon enough I was ready to shoot again. "Fucking WHORE," I exclaimed as I reached forward and pulled her hair the way she liked it. She yipped as she felt me unload. “Ahhh…I love it. I need it. Give it to me, son.” I screamed.He started pumping hard on my pussy. My two days drought was over, as my pussy was getting as wet as the Niagara Falls. My eyes were rolling back from the pleasure that I am having.“Ahhh…god I needed it. Fuck my brains out. Ahhh…fuck me, make love to mommy. Just don’t let it stop.” I screamed again.My screams were all over the kitchen as we both started to breath heavier. I began squeezing my son’s dick by tightening my pussy. My son. I could feel my hands gently sinking into her chest meat. Her mouth was right up against my ear now. "How do they feel?" They feel amazing," I said. I was completely under her control. Guilt wasn't even on my mind, though it obviously should have been."Let's go further." She pulled me in, and my face mashed against them. My face was deep in her cleavage. It felt absolutely amazing. I couldn't believe how vast they were. They were massive fleshy pillows. "Mmm..." she said, cooing. Her fingers. Johnson that I knew nothing about girls' periods.She picked up one of her panties and showed me a slight stain between theleg holes. Now I really was embarrassed and Ms. Johnson knew it."Did you know that Connie started her periods this last month?" "Ms. Johnson, That's really none of my business," I blurted out."Oh, but you can make it your business," she hinted."What do you mean," I asked?"Ms. Connie really likes you, she thinks it's cute that you know so muchabout sewing and are showing an.