Every time I blew my son, I crawled into my bed and fucked myself with plastic toy, trying to satisfy my hunger for cock, but never feeling satisfied. God this felt good. I let the blouse slide from my shoulders and fall on the kitchen floor. My hand, which had been resting on my stomach slid down, over my smooth mound and between my slightly parted legs. Maybe tutor him?” I asked my brother. “But not yet”
I saw a look of utter disappointment creep over his face. Again I felt his penis start to throb, spitting out big globs of sperm deep in my vagina. Even before my son could answer, the first jet of sperm erupted from his cock and splattered on his chest, followed by several more thick jets. I learned there’s no feeling like cumming while my son was feeding me his sperm. This was a kiss of lovers. It was time to take the big step. I wanted to see him too.
