Her fat, meaty breasts pressing into my chest persuaded me that my time away from Mom wasn’t altogether bad. Do you like your son filling you with his big prick?” “Yes, Billy. The end of the school year rapidly approached, ending in a few weeks. The next weekend we continued our routine of going out together, ending the day by relaxing in our robes. She sighed out a long breath of post-coital bliss. Shifting my eyes from her top to the floor, I followed her instructions. The scent of her perfume was intoxicating, along with her left breast, which was molded around my arm. I reached down and placed my prick at her entrance and started to slowly shove in my iron-hard prick. “I warned you I wasn’t very good.” She slowed her pace, which didn’t help much as I continued to misstep. Sarah divorced several years earlier and in my mind was far more attractive than the girls I had dated at school. I stroked in and out of her drenched pussy, continuing to passionately kiss her demanding mouth while depositing several loads of baby-batter.
