My cock hardens slightly as I picture this gorgeous young Spanish mother who always wears her black yoga pants and red tank top to drop of her kid. I...imagine pushing her face down into her bed as I plow her pussy; her husband off at work not knowing his wife was such a slut. She is moaning my name, telling me that her husband’s is so much smaller than mine. “Bang,” my fantasy ends as the head counselor slams her big box of crafts onto one of the tables. I look down to see a little bulge in. 32 caliber automatic. I grabbed the gun from her. I figured we didn’t have much time before the police arrived. I had to think fast.“I shot them not you. I was here to protect you from your former employers and they intimidated us. I got it in the mouth and shot them down. Got it!” I said.“But...” she started.“Just do what I tell you. We don’t have time to argue, Lea. I mean it, and stick to that story,” I said, she nodded. She was crying. And then they were there, the men in blue.I dropped the. Now he has grown up, I laughed at him and said you are going naughty day by day. He said all because of you and I wore the red top and black skirt and my top and skirt was very transparent and sleeveless and it was very short, as my top exposed my totally cleavage and it hardly covered my nipples as my bra was totally transparent and of satin and my skirt too was transparent, my panties was clearly visible and my panty was just to cover my chut and gaand holes.I applied red dark lipstick, my. "What panties?" Adam asked."Don't "what panties" me, buster. We moms aren't that stupid you know." She smiled.They watched as Adam's tongue ran down Heather's quim and flailed at her butt-hole."You little ass-kisser." Heather joked, kissing him on the cheek.In the video Adam released his big cock, giving it a few strokes."Poor thing. It must have been throbbing." His mom whispered, so close he could feel her breath in his ear.Heather's hands continued to wander across her son's chest, her long.