“But…but he is my son”. “You must be the son…tell me your name, you can talk”
“John” my son hesitantly responded. Amateur porn My head snapped towards Sara. He was insatiable…the first two times; I managed to mask anything remotely as having an orgasm. John walked up to me, about a foot or so apart, his eyes casting fear and nervousness, yet he fought them from dropping to my exposed breasts. His grasping of my tits was now almost painful…but for some reason that heightened my bodies drive as a wave started to form deep within me. Each day during our shower, we would make a teardrop tattoo with a small thin tail right next to one of our monde, mine by my left thigh, Sara by her right thigh. I basked in the thought of a job well done…my son will be proud. What have I done…how would I explain this to her…I had a violent orgasm by fornicating with her brother…my son. And his fingers were manipulating the entire globes of my breasts, and then sliding to the end of my nipples…as if he was milking me!
