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."

Oof. Just go slow. Not used

but then his eyes rolled back as his wife began hoovering his dick like she was pumping him for oil. Father and son slowly built a rhythm, spit roasting the skinny blonde between them. Christine reached back with one hand and started diddling her clit.

it, baby," Christine said, "You're giving it to Mommy so

red, his jaw hung open. James roared and Austin flinched, the

couldn't tell from behind, but he was certain his mother had just swallowed

a bit as he fell back on the mud. Eyes dim.

son, he's fucking me

James said, sounding

nothing else to focus on, mother and son became lost in their own world. An existence of only cock and pussy

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

Now nothing could be clearer to him. Fucking his big sister had been fantastic. But this? This was indescribable. It was every fantasy -- every

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

wanted to say it all to her, every emotion as it rushed through him, but didn't know how. Instead he kept mumbling. A long stream of syllables that 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.

seemed to parrot back to him. Like Mom and son had invented their own language that only they

son. OH! My little boy. Not so little. Ha ha! His cock. My cunt. Oh fill

her thighs. He didn't alter his thrusts or change his depth. He didn't have to -- as if his cock was coated in

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