Before she could process anything, he took her gently by the hand and led her to their bedroom that was lit with scented candles. He knew dinner could...wait, but she could not. “You’re overdressed my dear,” he purred in her ear and began unbuttoning her blouse. She gasped and moaned as his lips brushed her earlobe and her blouse fell to the floor. She in turn pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it aside. She felt her bra release and her breasts spring free as he kissed down her neck. She could. Lana whimpered and spread her thighs. She pushed her hand down, squeezing and jacking her son's meaty cock."Oh, baby, you make me so horny in spite of myself," she panted. "Mom just can't help herself. All right, Richie, you win. Fuck me now, Son."Still sucking her huge, tasty tit, Richie moved into position between her thighs. Lana quickly cocked up her long legs, her knees hovering over her tits. She gasped as she felt her boy's spongy cock head piercing the curly haired lips of her cunt."Oh,. That goddamn mental illness that had driven me to wild nights of binge drinking and casual hook ups all over campus. When Damien took me home from a house party one night, I'd already racked up two alcohol violations from the college administration and was unwelcome in an entire dorm building due to my reputation. I was one violation away from expulsion and was already whispered about from the backs of classrooms.Damien taught me that I was getting nothing from the casual hookups. That sex with. David must have felt me swallowing because he moaned, pulled my head back. “Is your cunt as wet as your mouth?” His voice was hoarse with arousal. All I could do was nod. “Fuck me,” he whispered.For a short moment I froze. How? Should I just pull my pants down? Or was there another way?The running shorts had wide legs.... Smiling I got back up towards his lap, pulled the shorts and the slip aside.As I had known I was wet. There was no other word for it. My pussy lips were swollen, slippery with.