She watched in a daze of disbelief
as her son muttered about fucking her and pumped his hand up and down
his big veiny cock. XXNX “Oh, Shawn — fuck me, give it to me!”
Her pussylips felt like balloons inflated with hot water and
ready to burst. Alicia wondered from
where he’d got the dark crotch hair and armpit hair. He was grunting, panting. Alicia had never spied on her sons before. The
young masseur must have fucked a pint of cum into her for it to keep
leaking out like this. Alicia could see the bottoms of his feet and his swollen
brown balls. The
images flashed in her mind — Zenobia, madly kissing the stableboy
— Ricky, shooting his cum against the tile, into Alicia’s mouth,
his stiff boy-prick squirming in her soapy hand. Her boy jumped on the bed and flopped back, spreading his legs,
relaxing.
