“Oh, I’m sorry baby.” I said seductively as I lifted my left leg up onto his pelvis, allowing his erect penis to slide between my thighs. I just sat there in shock and anger. I examined it and immediately knew what it was, from the look of it. I tried desperately to pull my eyes away from my son’s cock. I started to cry softly as my guilt and shame became too much to contain. I reached for the zipper a third time. What is going on? I was disappointed my son was cumming and loving it at the same time. Finally, I came upon a boulder and a large tree that formed the perfect cubby for me to use as a porta potty. My pussy started to heat up like a burning star and warm wetness began to seep through my already damp panties that had long since gone cold. As I reached his belly button my heart started to beat faster.
