Eric's hand continued moving up and down his luscious c**k as he spoke. His eyes were trained on his mother with the most piercing gaze she'd ever experienced. There was the hot fire of lust in them, but something much deeper, too. Sherry's body was burning up and she couldn't stop rubbing her p***y while her stare went back and forth between her son's face and his c**k. He was so perfect, and the fact that he was her son only deepened that realization for her. If there were going to be consequences to her f*****g her son, she now knew they'd be even worse if she didn't. They were meant for this.
"Mom, you have no idea how long I've wanted you," he said.
Sherry was surprised by his confession, but it made sense, too. It explained so much of his recent behavior. "Are we really going to do
