It seemed too young. I was so jealous of this other girl James fucked, and so turned on picturing him ramming his cock into her. They were fighting. You have had sex more than that one time. “I…I shouldn’t have said that.”
“She’s not a slut,” he said. I didn’t fight it as he pressed forward more and more. He drew back and then slid his cock back in, the pleasure so hot and rough, not the silky glide in my pussy. “But—”
“Don’t worry,” he groaned, his hand reaching down to finger my clit as he pressed against my resistant sphincter. We…did it. My pussy clenched as he groaned, pressing in deeper and deeper. “Just believe me, Mom.”
“How can I? I had to hold out. But it was so hot with James. It’s just…”
“Why did you say it?”
I really didn’t understand why. Soiled. I could see it in her eyes. I groaned, my eyes widening. “Sorry, I meant it as a joke.”
My eyes narrowed. “Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Yes,” he groaned. I wouldn’t let her demean me. I wanted to stay in his embrace forever. “Yes, yes, yes,” I hissed. I groaned at the incestuous rush of his cock filling me up. The water splashed on our bodies as his cock pressed into my asshole. “You’re the father of my child.
