Chapter 900 Mom Does Anything:>71
- We had a lot of space between the couches and the coffee table. I could have scooted behind her, the fit would have been tight, but my rod wanted to get deep into my mother's hot cunny box. Really deep. Fucking Mom from an upward angle with my legs outsides of hers was going to let me do just that. I hoped Mom could take it because I wasn't going to go easy on her pussy while I worked my way toward dumping my load onto my mother's ass.
- "Suck Dad's dick," I whispered, my voice mingling with the TV's sounds coming from the surrounding stereos.
- I waited, listening in the dark as my heartbeat pounded in my chest, its thumping echoing my skull. I couldn't see a thing, but I could hear my mother move Dad's blanket, her fingers shuffling with his belt as it came undone. The snapping of a button followed the rustle of clothing, then the low metallic grinding of a zipper coming undone made my cock bob. I bent my knees lower, my thigh muscles tensed, and the tip of my knob touched the very top of my mother's butt crack. She jumped forward, then held still, and that's when I heard the first wet, slurpy, sucking sounds of the night.