I grabbed his ass, pulling him close and sucking his cock like a straw, sucking up the dregs of his milkshake. “Oh God, Mom…” He cried out. Indian hot xxx His hands were aggressive, grabbing and pawing my sweatshirt, making me moan into his mouth as his fingers found my nipples. It belonged to me. “Does it feel good, baby?”
“It’s so hot and tight, its nothing like touching myself.”
His cock slid a few inches further. Up until now, I was simply teaching my son how to become a man, not to enjoy his body. I kissed his forehead goodnight, satisfied that for now, Billy belonged to me. It was massively out of proportion to his young, slender frame. “C-can I touch it?” He asked. Walk in, put the refreshments down and leave. I told myself it was perfectly normal, a simple biological response. My pussy ached with need, getting creamed with my own juices as the thought of his cock was right against me, merely separated by a few thin pieces of fabric. I told myself I was simply being a good host. He didn’t stop. Oh God, it’s coming! “Let me.” He grabbed the sides of my sweatshirt and hoisted it over my head.
