Like a stubborn infestation, thoughts of his touch, his kiss, his gentle caress had taken up residency in my mind since we met. I knew it wouldn't be ...ong until I surrendered to my desires. It was almost like a lone clock ticking through an empty house. I could always sense it, hear it, and feel it.I closed my car door and stepped onto the paved charcoal footpath. Ironically, the footpath not only lead to his house, but it also led me down a path I thought I would never tread – the pathway to. But I knew I would.“Ask him if he'd pay $200 to have sex with me,” I said, knowing I could trust my son. He loved me.Faizel grinned, squeezing my ass hard. “I'll need Leyla for something on Saturday.”“What?” I asked, his cock so hard, rubbing against me. If my husband wasn't about to get home, I'd help my son with his erection problem. I'd relieve that ache in his dick.“I want to have Leyla be gangbanged by my friends.”I trembled at those words, picturing my nineteen-year-old daughter being. We need to bring your father back to the house.”“The old man is confused. He’s lost. What would bring him here?” Thomas was genuinely curious. His mother so rarely shared her plans, it seemed he was finally being treated like a man.“Love would be the leash that leads most men. But not him. Every time you and I share our special bond, his rage and jealously roams boundless.” Eloise regarded Thomas. He looked very much like his father, but for his complexion.“Our love begets his hate.” Thomas. . "Fuck my ass, Billy!" Kathy moaned. "Harder, Billy, harder! Uuuuuuhh, I want your juice up my asshole, baby! Ohhhhh God, yessss! Ass-fuck your horny mother!"Kathy was sprawled flat on her belly on her son's bed, her enormous tits pressed against the sheets, her flushed ass heaving as Billy drilled his hard, young prick in and out of her stretched, sucking shit-channel.Billy humped madly into his mother's ass, pounding his cock into her itchy asshole as fast as he could. Kathy's rubbery,.