Chapter 889 Mom Does Anything:>60
- Mom purred, squeezing my balls and causing my cock to bend against my jean's threaded fibers. She tore my leather belt apart, unfastened the buckle, and then the button holding my pants together. I had to lift my hips as Mom worked the zipper down and my pants open, fishing out my bent pole until it straightened. She spat on my knob, then gave my warm meat a few rod-wetting strokes with her right hand before she took my thick cock in her left hand and faced forward again.
- "Do you want me to fist-pump this big dick, Mark?" Mom spread her legs and pulled her skirt up. "Is that what you want your mother to do for you, baby?"
- "Yeah," I said, stopping at a light and looking around the street. There were other SUVs around, but Mom had tinted her windows as dark as the law allowed, maybe darker, but one look at Mom had always been enough for a police officer to let her off with a warning (not that she got pulled over often, just maybe more than most people). "I want you to get your hand wet and jerk off your son's hard cock."