My pussy clenched. Indian hot xxx I shuddered, humping harder, our flesh slapping together, his balls smacking into my taint. “A wicked Mommy needing her son’s cock to make her cum so hard.”
“Soooo hard,” I moaned, staring at my handsome, nineteen-year-old son. And yours.”
“And Zoey?”
I pictured my older sister, just turned twenty, wearing her tight jean shorts that showed off her camel toe, her body built like a brick house—a body she inherited from Mom. Made me squirm my legs. Say it, slut.”
“I do love it,” I groaned, loving being called slut. It was sexy. She had toned legs and curvy hips, her breasts pillowing before her as she lay on her side, her arms curled around them. “Clint,” I screamed as my orgasm exploded hard and fast inside of me. Clint wore no protection. You’re the man of the house. But Mom awaited. “I’ve been staring at your body, aching for you. I love my son’s cock.”
It was so wrong, so forbidden to feel my son fucking the pussy which birthed him. A strong hand squeezed my breast. The same chiseled chin and strong bodies, the same dark hair and commanding eyes.
