"That's a good boy," Margaret panted. "Yes, you can cum inside me. Go ahead, baby, shoot out all that hot cum!" Margaret flexed her fucking muscles, shamelessly making her tight pussy nurse every droplet of cock juice out of her son's enormous cock. Henry kept fucking and cumming, skinny draining his balls completely in his mother's pussy. Exhausted, he collapsed on top of her, his prick still stiff and pulsing in her cunt. Chapter Five: Margret and Henry Margaret stood at the kitchen counter the next morning, smiling as she prepared the tuna salad sandwich that her son would take to school. Three times her hung, horny child had fucked her the night before, shooting load after load into Sweet her wet, horny pussy. Margaret felt more sexually satisfied than she had been in months. She was naked now, eager teen to teach her son more about sex before he left for the day. No matter how often he satisfied the wet need in her pussy, Margaret's cunt always grew hot and itchy for more. "Hi, Mom." Margaret turned, smiling at her son. He wore only a pair of pajama bottoms, through which she could see his big cock swinging between his legs. He looked sheepish and embarrassed, but still stared hungrily at his mother's body. Margaret wondered if his cock was sore from fucking her cunt so much. "Good morning, darling. Give Mommy a kiss." She embraced her son, lewdly, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, squeezing his ass. When Henry finally broke the obscene embrace, he had grown a giant, rock-hard boner that now tented blatantly through the flannel. "Did you sleep well after fucking Mommy last night, sweetie?" "Yes." "And, you've got another big hot hard-on now." Margaret shook her head, as if humorously impressed with her son's persistent sex drive. "Honestly, cumshot you're just insatiable, Henry. I suppose you'd like Mommy to help you with that big hard-on before you go to school today." Henry just nodded, shy and horny, his cock twitching in his pajama bottoms as he stared at his mother's body. Margaret wrapped up the sandwich, then walked out of the kitchen, leading her son back to the bedroom. She blowjob hopped on the bed, sprawling on her back and spreading her thighs wide apart. "Take off your pajamas, sweetie. Mommy wants to see your big cock, again. “Yes, yes, just like that!” I whimpered, my orgasm building and building with every thrust. And since the dogs of a household often show an offhand interest in their masters’ affairs, I would be able to get away with watching the sexual mores without disturbing the ambiance of the situation, needlessly. You have Sweet to be an example to them. "We want to drag the encounter out a while and let Keith buy you a couple of drink; all the while you're giving him that glimmer of a possibility that he may get lucky if he plays his cards right." "I knew I should have changed that " she said as I handed her a rag to wipe the grease from her hand. I looked over and saw the chair and a skinny handful of lights on tripods facing the chair. The flustered man's heart teen pounded so wildly he felt he would die, his eyes staring in disbelief as the woman for which he felt so much passion pressed her silky body against him. • James Some were thrown down, their horses screaming and kicking. She grimaces as he squeezed her tits too hard. The pleasure flowed through me. Stars burst across my eyes. Please, your ex is here, she’s crying. Her authority and dominance had been swiftly reassured among them. With the blindfold on I kept on at the same pace. He did seem rather content with the situation; maybe Ashley was right, and there was no harm in him knowing the full truth. You need to get to know each other. "I wish you well and can't wait to attend the celebration." In all the time I had known him I had never seen Jack afraid of anyone, his lie to cover it up only reinforced my concerns. “And Mistress has no interest in the fallen,” Astrid let the blowjob smoke tumble from her mouth, “it’s those yet to fall she cares about.” “Connor… we… we… can’t… not cumshot yet.” Fred and I were still talking and not paying attention. He couldn't take it any more and collapsed next to me as if he just had the best orgasm ever. That was a fair question. "And what?" “I’m… not sure,” Warrick admitted, then shrugged, “but if she’s sick, I suppose we’ll hear from her later today.” No wonder my futa-mother fucked every woman on the planet. Continues/Concludes depending on musings in part 6.