I slammed my cock into Brittany’s tight hole, gaining momentum as she groaned into my ear. I could feel her body start to shake, as her nails dug in...o my shoulders. I held her hips as I slammed as hard as I could. Her body was now shaking madly and she rolled off me. I watched as her teenage pussy squirted more than it had the last time we played. She seemed to force herself not to roll into a ball like she had last time, but I could see her toes curl up. She sat there panting for a minute so I. She just lay there afraid to move, thinking that he might want to finish if he awoken. Eventually she crawled out of bed and went to cry in the bathroom. On the way out of the bathroom, he stood there by the doorway in just his boxers. “What you crying about Dora?” Lance asked innocently. “And where is your damn clothes woman?” She wiped the tears from her eyes and was afraid to answer so she shook her head no. Thinking that any other response would be handled in another knee jerk reaction from. And though I know that she must fantasize about something, she will not tell me much. She has told me about her past sex life, her few boyfriends and one ex-husband, but it is not very interesting as she has been very sheltered. She said her ex-husband was very boring and not real interested in sex, and her boy friends were the same. I, on the other hand am very interested in sex now and always have been. I am 46 years old, have two ex-wives… but they are another story. I have many lewd. Inside the very same pussy where he had himself been for nine months those eighteen years ago. Although I was almost paralyzed with fear, I came so hard. The feeling of it was just too awesome: A boy, my son, had just lost his virginity to me and flow of seed rushing towards my womb was so ecstatic. We had just committed the worst crime of them all – incest – and even worse: possibly made new life. “What’s wrong mom? Why did you just ask me to stop?” Jeremy asked me after he came down from his.