"You're....you're a dirty boy, Walter," Patty panted, still jacking his fuck pole slow and hard. "You're a dirty boy fucking your mother like this. Don't you feel dirty for letting Mommy suck your cock?" "No." Walter said. "You are fixing my problem." She had to do something about Walter. Patty paced her bedroom several hours later, trying to ignore the wet ache in her pussy, wondering what she could do to end her shocking, incestuous relationship with her son. Patty knew that she fetish would keep giving in to Walter when he wanted sex - and that could be several times a day. She also had to consider her own sex-drive. Then the answer hit Patty. She'd make him see a counselor. Yes, Hardcore that was right. A counselor could help him deal with his uncontrollable sex drive. And that is exactly how she'd describe it. Patty went to her dresser, finding her address book, business cards, and miscellaneous scraps of paper. There was the card that rang BDSM a bell, Margaret Kelly. She was a therapist and school physiologist of some sort. Margaret Kelly often worked with young people and was referred by Walter's school. Patty heard that Margaret was a blowjob mother too, with a teenage son of her own. Having a record of school referrals was as much endorsement as Patty needed. She'd make sure that Walter saw Margaret Kelly as soon as possible to discuss his desire to have sex with his mother. After all, Patty was the victim here and Walter clearly needed help. She was sure her desire was to support Walter and he had clearly misinterpreted the situation and took full advantage of anal his mother's warm heart. She'd ask Margret to look into Walter's chronic masturbation and incestuous wishes to see if she could put an end to it all. Chapter Three: Therapy I gripped the strap and pushed my hands towards anal each other. “What room is it?” I asked her. "She is on the way. During the week Toby would get pushed around by these two stars, when he complained to the coach he was told, “Man up boy”! Catch this, Daryl; one of BDSM the city fetish cops was going to remove my handcuffs and then replace them with his.” Your hair should not be find anywhere in house it’s a bad signs. I turned to look at mom. After her nightmare, after the sexual encounter with her brother she wouldn't openly admit a sensual attraction to him but five weeks later she used the excuse of another bad dream to be near him once more. She only rarely mentioned Sam as they grew apart. Beth had expected to be fucked, but this surprising development made her even more horny. The blowjob, the fucking, the ass fucking Hardcore blowjob and now this was too much. The shaft of the dong was in my mom’s mouth all the way. Her powerful limbs pulled James closer, nearly crushing him with their monstrous strength. She returned it with enthusiasm.