“Let me.” He grabbed the sides of my sweatshirt and hoisted it over my head. Indian xxx “Mom…”
“Okay then… stop now.”
Billy clamped his hand down over his cock like a vise. “Honey, daddy is asleep.”
That faint scent, the scent of a man, mixed in with the smell of paint…
My son, Billy, was barely a man, over 18 and a senior in high school. God, he was going to become such a considerate lover. I licked my lips at the thought of the delicious pain it would make me feel as it plunged into my depths. He was so close, I could feel his breath over me. I squealed, and I grabbed his face and desperately kissed him, claiming his mouth. I will not let Billy become a useless lover. I smiled at him, setting his mind at ease. My entire body tensed and wracked with an intense pleasure so sublime, every fibre of my being screamed out.
