The night air kissed her skin, raising goosebumps as she stood in her worn bra and panties. Duke’s hands slid to her hips, lifting her slightly as he positioned himself between her legs. They’re your sons, the voice in her head insisted, but it was faint now, overshadowed by the raw need in their eyes, the same need pulsing through her veins. “Tonight, it’s our turn to take care of you.” His words sent a shiver down her spine, her pussy clenching with need, wetness pooling between her thighs. “You’re so big.”
“You’re so tight, Ma,” Duke groaned, his voice strained as he held himself still, letting her adjust to his size. This is insane, she thought, but the thought was lost in the heat of the moment, the electric pull of their bodies against hers. “You’re so big.”
“You’re so tight, Ma,” Duke groaned, his voice strained as he held himself still, letting her adjust to his size. Josie’s heart hammered as she took in the sight of her eldest son—his broad shoulders, the ripple of his abdomen, the faint dusting of hair leading downward.
