I ground my c**k against her while slipping that tee shirt over her head and talking.
"You're thinking; what happens when we go home, right? Will my son do something stupid and reveal our forbidden relationship?"
My hands on her belly, moving up, capturing her hard n*****s. Mom gasped, I heard droplets hitting the floor.
"You just made me c*m. What you're saying, will you?"
She opened her legs and let my erection nestle between them, her soaked p***y bathing my c**k. "You want, you need some rules. You need to know we can continue—f*****g, and be safe."
More of her c*m dripping on the floor. "Yes, son, yes. I have to. We have to."
"We could just stop? Call it a one-off."
Mom exhaled long, pushing her ass against me, "Don't make me do that, son."
My hands full of my mother's modest
