He moved one hand to her pussy, rubbing the slit through the material of her panties, feeling the wetness. She quickly took off her damaged bra and dirty panties, opened the draw of her beside cabinet where she kept her underwear. xxx sex His left hand pushed against the fair hair at her neck shoving her face downwards, burying it in the duvet from where came a constant moaning even a whimpering. ‘You may be my mum but you’re very pretty and I want you again’. Now his cock was awakened again. Her mind tried to reconcile with the thought that her son’s sex might have been deliberately rough. She was defenceless, perhaps eager even. As she spoke she leaned forward and brushed her hand across his chest, a movement that could be taken as either a reassuring comforter from mother to son or was it was really meant to be erotic? The thrusting now become became a forceful stabbing, tearing, rupturing. He’d been visualising that when she came into his bedroom. His left hand pushed against the fair hair at her neck shoving her face downwards, burying it in the duvet from where came a constant moaning even a whimpering. ‘Finish it’ she said. ‘Two, nil’ he thought, and with his selfishness satisfied he let his cock slip out.
