Just a napping Breeding whore for my boy

Breeding WhoreMy son’s hips wouldn’t stop bucking at his breeding whore the moment they realized they were smacking against mine. It was a sweet kind of bliss, knowing he was so eager to be back where he came from that I didn’t even have to guide him. He knew the way, and was soon pushing between my lips and splitting me open deep. I’d taken my sleeping pills right in front of him, clearly taken too much too. He hadn’t seen the part where I spit them out, no, I’d made sure he wouldn’t. I wanted him to think I was immobilized, that his lustful gazes at my body hadn’t been noticed and that my hints hadn’t been received. I’d been gradually wearing less around him for a while, getting a little too touchy here or there, and sensitively showing a lot of affection. I bet my large black tits, wet mommy pussy, and needy desires had been driving him crazy for a while. It was only natural that he’d eventually want to take advantage, why not hand the opportunity over? I could hear him panting hard already, wrecking my insides greedily and aggressively. I’d have to find a way to reinforce that I was truly out next time, make sure he knew he could take advantage for a while, enjoy himself. Maybe it was my fault for pushing him too hard while also going out of my way to stop him from getting the relief he desperately needed. “Oh, fuck, hah, mom!” I heard him moan and my cheeks flustered just a little, grateful I got to hear his needy moans. He was getting thicker, twitching a lot, and yet continuing to press me deep and shove his cock tip against my womb. “I’m gonna cum, oh, I should pull out or she’ll be mad!” I made a show of moaning before hilting him the moment he tried to pull away. His groan as he unloaded deep inside me was more than enough precious prize for me. His mom fantasies were sated, and I got a nice nestling gratitude deep inside.

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