"Not your ass?" he questioned, as if reading my mind.
I surrendered and gave him all the power, in case he didn't already realize he had it, "All three of Mommy's f**k holes and c*m catchers are open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, son."
"Oh yes," he groaned, still hammering away at my cunt, my own orgasm rising.
"Can Mommy ride you, son?" I asked, wanting to bounce on his c**k like it was one of those dildo trampoline rides. (What, you've never seen one?)
"Sure," he nodded, pulling out.
He quickly moved to the couch, sat down and I just as quickly, like the b***h in heat I was, straddled his d**k and devoured it whole like it was my cunt's last meal.
He cupped my breasts through my sweater as I began riding his c**k.
"You like Mommy's titties?" I asked, as I pulled the
