She felt her p***y spasm. She wanted to grab the angry looking meat and slam her hand up and down the precome covered length. Instead she allowed her fingers to trail through her cream covered p***y lips and flick lightly against her hard protruding c**t. She gasped as the little nubbin responded by quivering and becoming extremely sensitive. She wanted to scream and jump on Tim’s massive c**k, burying it to the bottom of her channel. She held back, the wait was torture. An exquisite torture.
In the back of her mind, she was shocked at her actions with her son. s*x play with her own child. An incestuous b***h. Worst of all, she already knew that before the week-end was past she was going to let this manly, muscular, hung-like-a-horse son bury his magnificent c**k in her p***y. Let him f**
