I walked in and caught him red-handed, his hand pumping his hard cock in a frantic blur. He froze, eyes wide, but I didn’t scream. Instead, I locked the door and slid my panties down, exposing my dripping pussy to him.
“Don’t stop, baby,” I purred, my voice thick with lust. “In fact, slow it down. I want to watch every inch of that shaft slide.”
I sank onto the edge of the bed, spreading my mommy whore legs wide. I slid two fingers deep into my soaking wet mommy pussy, moaning loudly as I started to pump them in and out. “Now, grip it tighter. Wrap your fingers around the base and squeeze. Now slide up slow… slower… feel the head rub against your palm.”
He was shaking, staring at my fingers disappearing into my folds. “Watch me, son. Watch how wet I am for you. Now, speed it up. Jack off with Mommy! Faster! Fuck your hand like it’s my pussy. Harder! I want to see you struggle to hold it back.”
I started rubbing my clit frantically, my hips bucking. “Don’t you dare cum until I tell you. Keep pumping that cock, harder and faster, while I soak these sheets. Now… now! Blow your load, baby! Cum for Mommy!”
I screamed as I peaked, my pussy pulsing around my fingers, while he groaned and blasted thick ropes of cum all over his stomach, both of us shaking in a filthy, incestuous haze.
























