She was fully aware of the rigid dents her n*****s were making in her scant top. Her pulse elevated as she noticed his hand give his c**k an extra squeeze. She pulled in a deep breath and pushed her immense t**s forward, making them bulge a little further over the upper hem of her lowcut top.
"Turn around for me, Mom."
The "for me" part hit a nerve. She cared less and less how wrong what they were doing was. She hadn't accepted the possible consequences, but she stopped thinking about them.
"Just for you, baby. I'd never do this for anyone else."
"Good, because I don't want anyone else to see you like this."
It wasn't as if Barbara didn't know what it was like to be with a possessive man, but having her son treat her like she belonged to him brought unexpected tingles to her p***y. Th
