Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Chapter 957

Out Of Control:(Incest/Taboo)>Ep21

"Come on, baby," Christine said, words obscured by her husband's cock, "Give Mommy ALL of it."

To this point, neither of them had said anything. Like the silence made it safe. Now, though, Christine had spoken, and the floodgates seemed to open. "Oh, my baby boy is filling me up so GOOD!" Christine cried.

James' eyes shot open and he stared right back at his son, the boy's cock half-buried in his mother's pussy. James' face went red. His fists tightened on his wife's short hair.

"It's OK James," Christine said, "I need it so bad. I'm sure Austin does, too. You got to with Molly. Let me have mine. I won't stop sucking. I'll take care of you, too, I swear. Pleeeeease." Austin had never heard his mother sound so desperate. Pleading. It made him want to leap forward. Fight his father. James' face softened. He sort of half-smiled.

"Give it to her good, son," James said with a wink. It was clear he was trying to be convivial, but it still felt awkward as hell. "Just remember what we agreed, dear."

"Of course," Christine said. She bent her head down and went back to sucking. Austin slid back and finally -- finally! -- buried his cock to the hilt in his mom's tight pussy.

"Oh. Mom," Austin said, "So good."

"I know, baby," Christine said, "Mommy needed you so much and here you are. Such a good boy."

"I'm trying, Mom."

Just go slow. Not used to

oil. Father and son slowly built a rhythm, spit roasting the skinny blonde between them.

it, baby," Christine said, "You're

a downward dog. Austin watched as his father's greying chest ran red, his jaw hung open. James roared

OK for you, honey?" Christine asked. Austin couldn't tell from behind, but

yes," James said. He mumbled a bit as he fell back on the mud. Eyes dim. The sleep seemed to

he's fucking me so good," Christine

glad," James said, sounding

of only

mother's muscular ass cheeks. He ran his eyes up and down her back. God, but she was perfect. The shape of her from angular shoulders to round ass. He was fucking his mother. Filling the very channel from

When she'd called him out for lusting after their Mom. Maybe because he hadn't admitted it to himself yet, either. Now nothing could be clearer to him. Fucking his big sister had been fantastic. But this?

with him, it made their fucking into an athletic event -- like watching a gold medal figure skater or a prima ballerina. The way Christine's thighs and ass and cunt all worked together to please herself. Her son. That thin sheen of sweat dripping off her. The scent of her pussy so... familiar. Almost

seemed to move in the rhythm of his cock pumping his mother's cunt. "So good. Mom. Oh God. Want this. You. So bad. So right. Oh.

to parrot back to him. Like Mom and son

said, "My son. OH! My little boy. Not so little. Ha ha! His cock. My cunt. Oh fill it, baby. Fill me up. Please. Mommy... It's OK. Need it. So bad. Oh you're

clit or grip her thighs. He didn't alter his thrusts or change his depth. He didn't have to -- as

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