She now lay waiting for her son to make the final move. She knew that she had led him to this point and for what they were about to do, they would sha...e the blame together. She knew that within moments, the mother-son bond would be torn asunder. Or it would be fused together so tightly no one would ever be able to separate it. Looking up at him as he stood at her feet, she could almost feel his uncertainty. Even though she was his mother, he seemed to be in command of the situation. Yet he. I expect to feel your weight come down on top of me, but instead you whisper huskily, "Get on your knees, my little fuck toy." I quickly, though wobbily obey, my heart in my throat. I feel your hands on my hips, pulling me back into position.After what feels like a lifetime of waiting for you and only you, I feel the head of your cock, press against the dripping lips of my pussy. You grasp my hips tightly and force your way into my, no your, tight hole. You groan and I shudder as you fill me up. I did as I was told, hoping to finally fuck my cousin, but she had other ideas. “Get your fingers wet and stroke your cock, cum over me!” She demanded.I lowered my hand to her pussy, feeling it for the first time in years, and slid two fingers into it's soaking depths. I moved them around before pulling them out and wiped her juices over my cock. I repeated it so my dick was slick with her lubrication then licked her musky fluids slowly from my fingers as I started wanking. I kept my pace slow. Every time the film reached a part dealing with Marsha and Greg's sexual tension, she would shoot me a look. The movie had me quite turned on as I thought of my sister and I enjoying a reciprocal feeling of lust. When the credits began rolling, before I could even say a word, Ging leaned across my lap to grab the telephone and proceeded to place a call while stretched across me and my couch. She then hung up the phone as nobody answered but remained face down on my midsection.She turned her.