Jimmy's gaze had quickly returned to his mother's p***y. Her soft, golden curls covered her mound. Jimmy had tickled that hair, making Chelsea's legs twitch and her lips curl into a smile.
"Be careful, pumpkin. Mommy kicks when tickled."
Jimmy had smiled up at her. "Sorry, Mom. Just... I can't believe I'm gonna be inside of you again." Jimmy's voice had been expectant and very excited. He'd gently slotted a finger in Chelsea's gooey entrance and dipped it in experimentally. He'd hissed at the heat of his mother's cunt. "You're so tight, Mom. It will fit, right?"
Chelsea had held back a slutty moan. "It may take Mommy a minute to adjust, but of course you'll fit, sweetie. You were made to fit inside of me."
Jimmy's smile had been sweet, but not innocent. "I guess that makes sense," he'd
