“Sorry, Master, do with your slut as you please.”
“Good girl,” he purred, which sent a chill down my spine, that being his father’s trademark saying to me. xxx18 But watching my son attempt to take quick glimpses of my legs every few seconds was amusing. My moans increased and I warned, “Son, Mommy’s cunt is getting really wet, I can’t hold back much longer.”
The last brick in the wall of resistance shattered, I watched as my son stood up, pulled me up and onto the table and, without a word, took was now rightfully his as he buried his face in my hot lava box.
