What am I doing? Oh god, what have I done? I look up to Jace again, his beautifully sculpted body is rippling and already has a sheen of arousal on hi... skin, his face is handsome and kind as he looks down at me. Our eyes meet and I feel his cockhead press against my cheek, I don’t feel like a mother should because while undying love pulses through my body right now, I can also feel desire radiating through me as my pussy clenches with hunger. I need him, I need his touch and I want him, badly.. “I'll be your whore whenever you want me,” I whispered into his ear, and his cock throbbed inside me. “Now screw the ass off me."We kissed and fucked. There was nothing romantic about it; this was coarse animal rutting, sweaty bodies slapping against each other, both of us striving to make the other cum. And, because we had to be as quiet as possible, the whole experience seemed much more intense than usual.“Jesus, Andrea, I'm gonna cum again,” he said through tightly-gritted teeth.He wasn’t. She was sleeping, so I held her in my arms. I almost came with the realization that I was actually touching my mother's pussy through her clothes. Yes, I was in clothes as well, but there was that contact that was unheard of from cultural and religious perspective. I placed my hand on her ass and pulled her inward as I pushed into her with the force to impale her through her clothes. It was an urge over which I had no control. Once a cock is on a pussy, it had to go into that pussy. As simple. I began to shake as I watched it tossed on the floor beside him. He ran his hands over my back, chest, and stomach as we watched the movie for a few minutes.He dropped more tokens in when the screen went dark. As the movie started back up he put his hand on my leg. Soon I felt my dick pressing against my pants. I traced my dick with his fingers as he rubbed my stomach. I began to shake as I felt his hands on the front of my pants. He waited a minute before unbuttoning them. I started breathing.