My blood boiled. “I’m making shake and bake chicken with salad,” I told her. Porn sex I tasted its waxy skin. “Damn, that’s good, Mom,” he groaned. There had to be something seriously wrong with me. And the need to drink something. A naughty rush surged through me. My hand massaged his balls. Go out where? Mother and son uniting together. The TAP-TAP-TAP of my knife striking the wooden surface echoed through my kitchen as I reduced the thick phallus into little, light-green discs. I climbed the stairs, groaning every time. “All right, let’s get started!” she said. I bet he would cum so hard into me. He plowed into my depths again and again, driving his cock to the hilt in me time and time again. What was wrong with me? He stared into my eyes. The scent filled the air with spices. I started sucking again. And you’re getting hard. It was ambrosia. I worked my mouth up and down his cock. Up and down. And then he moved. My joints hurt. “Cool,” my daughter said. I pressed my furry bush right into his face, my large breasts dragging across his stomach. There could be no chance of his family learning of his deviant desires. I really did feel like I had had a bunch of orgasms today while I was at
