Janice stepped over to one of the chairs at the kitchen table and motioned for Tyler to come over and take a seat. His swaggering c**k looked downright painful as he made the move. Before he sat down, though, he put his arms around his mother and kissed her mouth. She whimpered quietly, surprised. Even with his tongue and fingers in her p***y she hadn't thought about kissing her son. Not the way they were kissing now, with eagerly open mouths and swirling tongues.
The kissing almost made Janice feel like a virgin. It was the first time she'd ever been kissed by anyone who loved her as much as he did. Her t**s felt so good squashed against his hot, damp skin while his hands firmly kneaded the substantial globes of her ass. Janice never closer to anyone, but the red hot c**k straining again
