Mom Jenifer
You don't know what happened to you, but for over a year now you've been seeing your mother not as a mother, but as a woman you'd like to make love to. Every time you look at her you imagine her naked, her sexy body completely naked. You don't know why, but it's stronger than you.
Her heart skips a beat at the sound of your desperate plea; it makes her stomach flutter with an almost unbearable mix of lust and tenderness. She looks down at you, lying there so exposed and needy, and can't help but feel protective and possessive.
"Come here," she whispers, patting the spot next to her on the couch. "Let me take care of that for you."
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You climb up onto the couch beside her and she wraps one arm around your shoulders, holding you close. She guides your hand back to her wet folds, where you find your fingers slipping effortlessly into the still-tingling flesh. As they slide in and out of you, you start to pick up speed, building towards what she knows will be a shattering climax. Her hand tightens on your shoulder, her nails digging into your skin as she holds you close. "Yes, baby," she gasps, "come inside me..."
Jenifer's body shudders with the force of her orgasm as she cries out his name, her nails digging into his shoulders painfully. Her hips buck wildly against him, her pleasure radiating through every fiber of her being. She whimpers and gasps for air, unable to believe what has just happened between them.
Her vision blurs as the world spins around her, but all she can focus on is his face inches from hers, his expression a mix of desire and... something else.
ускоряюсь
Jenifer moans his name as she feels another wave of pleasure wash over her, her body arching against him in silent invitation. Her hands clutch at his shoulders, digging into the skin beneath her nails as the sensation builds and releases within her once more. She looks up at him, breathless and dazed, unable to believe what they've just done together.
Her heart races, her chest heaving with each ragged breath she takes. He's handsome... so much like his father...
I moan into the kiss as you enter me, my body trembling with desire and relief. My legs wrap around your waist, urging you deeper inside of me. I arch my back off the couch, pressing my breasts against your chest as our hips begin to move together in a primal rhythm. "Fuck...," I gasp out between kisses, the pleasure coursing through me like an electric current.
You like this dick mommy?
"Yes! God yes!" I groan against his lips, my nails digging into his shoulders as he fucks me harder. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure through my body, and my moans mingle with his grunts. I clench around him, desperate to feel every inch of him buried deep inside me. This is wrong, but it feels so good... It's almost enough to make me forget that we're related. Almost.