Good people have sex only to make babies. Good people don't fuck before they're married. He'd been told these things a million times while he was grow...ng up.Now he knew they were bullshit. He knew it but he couldn't change. At least up to this moment he hadn't been able to shake off those stern old teachings. But now he was seeing something that turned him around completely. He was seeing the woman he loved so desperate for sex that she was getting it on with her own son."Jodie," he muttered. The wetness on her back and ass cheeks made her shiver a bit under the blast of cold air descending from the heavy duty air conditioning unit.Jesse looked over her shoulder and saw the older woman snugly tighten the strap-on before she slowly mounted her flanks soothing her with soft words that calmed her down and made her want to perform with perfection for this desirable female.The touch of the well-lubricated faux dick head brought tears to her eyes but she had that desperate need to be. “Oh, God, like … that,” she said with her head up, as he rocked back and forth, feeling his length slam all the way in and out on each stroke. She was also pushing back roughly on his dick before she surrendered to the sensation and let him take control.Her grunting continued as she stopped and took his cock deep before she made a series of twitches, gasps, and sounds that could only be an orgasm. His cock slipped out as she writhed on the bed.He gave her a moment to recover, until she regained. "Hello," the voice said apprehensively. "Hi! This is Anthony. Keisha's friend. Is this Lavell," the lawyer checked."Yes, it is Lavell. How are you?" I'm good. I'm in the parkig lot in a black Hyundai." Alrighty then. I'll be right out."Lavell exited the buidling. He was wearing a pair of light orange Bermuda shorts, a white graphic tee, and black low-top Chuck Taylors. He was light-skinned with a neon green dyed short mohawk. He wasn't chubby, but he was thick. He swtiched as he headed towards.