The bed rammed into the wall, leaving long dents. Blowjob sex He told me to fuck him in the hallway when my mother and his father were fucking in the master bedroom. “Hmmnn?” Henry shifted in his sleep. I cursed myself. “Can I help, somehow?”
“No.” I sighed. It was as plain as the wetness that started seeping into my pussy. A son wouldn’t need to be taught how to respond to her needs. She was biting on his left ear. His breath labored as mightily as his legs. Sick, broke, and unhinged, I found myself ready one day to crawl back to Henry and beg his forgiveness. I reached between my son’s legs and touched his prick through his loose pants. He didn’t act cuckolded, but I knew his misery was just beginning. He showed me then that he was already a man and thrust his stiffness inside my cunt burying himself to the root.
