He liked that. His hard young c**k rammed me harder, faster. His long legs and the pile of clothes at his ankles rubbed against me. I formed the picture in my mind of me bent over the machine, towel over my head as my son, his thin shorts around his ankles, f****d me. Then, it happened. I squirted, hard, gushed would be a better word. I'm sure it shot all over Junior as he f****d me. The idea made me c*m some more.
"I squirted for you baby. You made mommy c*m so f*****g hard. c*m for me baby. Fill mommy up."
Junior drove deep and jetted. His warm c*m bathing my p***y. I just lay there as he pulled out and left the room.
A few minutes later I came up from the basement stairs. I heard the shower shut off. Junior was in the kitchen wiping his legs with a dishtowel. A bottle of soda sat on
