I feel his hands on my body, rough and invasive. Good—I want to be treated like the filthy whore that I am.
His fingers dig into my cunt, the pressure almost painful. I moan, egging him on. The young buck knows what he’s doing, the little fucker.
He flips me onto the table, spreading my legs wide. The vulnerable position only adds to the kink. I welcome the intrusion, craving his cock like a drug.
It slides in smoothly, stretching my hungry hole. The sheer size should be uncomfortable, but I’m so wet, it glides in effortlessly.
He pounds me like a jackhammer, showing no mercy. My body bounces helplessly on the table, my saggy tits jiggling with each thrust.
He chokes me with one hand, the other pinching my nipples painfully. I love it—the pain only heightens the pleasure, the taboo only sweetens the deal.
My son’s a fucking machine, and I’m his willing victim. The filthy noises I make would embarrass a hooker. I’m begging, pleading for more, my mouth as filthy as a sewer.
And then, the climax—his seed spills into me, a warm, thick load that has me craving more. He fills me up, his young sperm a refreshing treat.
But he’s not done—he pulls out, the sticky mess dripping onto the floor. He forces me to my knees and orders me to clean it up.
I lap it up like the desperate bitch I am, milking every last drop from his swollen balls. This is my duty, serving my son in the most depraved ways.
Our secret’s safe—a mother-son bond forged in cum and debauchery.
You sick fucks enjoy!”
Polly
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