Mother Son Dance short story

Mom leaned forward and pressed her tits in my mouth, alternating from one to the other. My naturally thick labia were coated completely with dried semen but I could see that my vagina had finally closed up again. He stepped on it, racing to his fancy, upscale house. I could feel her juices flowing on my thighs. The only thing Becky wanted to do was to run from the house and not stop running until she collapsed from exhaustion. Mother Son Dance With my head cleared somewhat I shut the shower and dried myself while avoiding my reflection in the mirror as much as was possible. By the time she was finished with her second beer, Becky stumbled and sat down on the coffee table. Somehow I had slept for five full hours. I had to remember to check in the morning. Too much makeup to pass for anything but a tart on the prowl. Mother Son Dance Karen kissed her brother as he slowly worked his cock back and forth in her dripping snatch. "Bring a couple extra while you're at it," Becky's father yelled after her. Karen protested, but was all smiles at seeing Jing right next to her. For all the good it did he may as well have been jacking off into my cunt. I want you to wear a low cut blouse that shows off your tits. Mother Son Dance John licked her to orgasm as she continued to play with Karen's pussy.