“Oh Freddie How could you?” I sighed. Ugh!” Freddie grunted as he slowly fucked my arse. XXX Go on!” Freddie called out, “Faster, faster!”
“Aaaaaggghhh! “Fucking Hell mam!” My son drunkenly slurred, “You look as game as fuck! Or Gran? Or Gran? I flung my arms around his shoulders and wrapped my shaking legs around his hips; hanging on for grim death as he banged into me like a jack-hammer. “Fuck it!” He grunted and sat up. I don’t know how it happened but my hand was already wrapped around his thick throbbing shaft. Just like his smoking; I had given up trying to get him to stop or be discreet as it would cause yet another fierce row and he would storm out to go to live with his dad.




















