I am here to pock some order...''''okay at what names?''''....Mike''''lets see i have a ''big daddy mike'' ''''are you cindy?''''......yes its this on...''''dont be shy , i like cute sissy boy myself, its so cute''''i bet you are all pretty when your sucking on his fat cock''she was so kinky talking like that to me i felt stupid ''come here i need to help you try what he bought and make sure its the right fit''i seriously didnt want her to , i just want to leave with my stuffbut i endup sit on a. Of course. My wife hasn’t swallowed in ages, so I know to warn her, so she can suck my balls while I jerk off to finish. She doesn’t seem to mind that most of my cum lands on her cheeks. I love to see her face cum covered, but she’s pretty fast reaching for tissues.As I began thrusting upwards to get deeper into her mouth, she shocked me by taking my cockhead deep into her throat and continued licking and sucking. As I whispered to her that I was ready to have my balls sucked so I could jerk to. She then began to talk almost as if to herself. ‘When I was eighteen I fell in love with a boy. We had sex and I was so into him, but he dumped me after a few weeks. He’d got what he wanted, he’d broken in a virgin. He boasted about it all over school. I was mortified. Then other lads hit on me. Now that I was broken in I was thought to be easy. I wasn’t. None of them lasted more than one date. Then about six months later I really fell for another boy and again the relationship lasted until. "Oh...Oh, yes!" she breathed again. I started to slide my stiff length in and out, aware of just how unbelievably hard I was. It felt so good to be doing this. To be fucking my mother. I loved it, and apparently she loved the thought that she was being fucked by her son. We kept going. My hips moving steadily up and down, her hips moving with mine. I could hear her breathing and realizing that I was breathing hard, too. Again and again my boner moved purposefully in and out of her warm, wet.