Chapter 896 Mom Does Anything:>67

I could only hear the slurping of my mouth and tongue as I snacked on my mother's snatch.
"Mark," Mom whispered, putting her right hand in my hair and pushing hard against me.
My heartbeat rose. Mom's breathing grew deeper--harder--stronger. Was Dad coming? Was my father about to catch us? What would he say if he found me on my knees, swallowing his wife's twat? My cock hurt beneath my jeans, bending against the threaded fabric and straining my shaft as it tried to rip through the metal teeth of my zipper. Mom pushed harder against me, even humping her pussy into my mouth--trying to push me from the candy-like taste of her sweet muff.