She was already heading across the street. “Oh, Mommy,” she panted. No one should ever experience this, but I was. She gulped it down, moaning as the ecstasy hammered my mind. Oh, yes, this was the Lord’s delicious work. I couldn’t run out there. I really didn’t care, just so long as I could enjoy myself again. She trembled through her orgasm, her futa-cock pulsing between my tits. There, it added to the swelling pressure. I was a futa-mommy. “You… I blushed for a moment. She’s awesome?”
“She corrupted you,” I said. Oh, my Lord, Sky! She followed after, absently shrugging out of her dress. It felt so naughty on my skin. But I still had her tangy pussy to enjoy. Almost like feminine orgasms. God, being a dickgirl is amazing.”
“I bet,” I groaned, my clit-dick throbbing. I groaned, savoring every moment of this wild passion. No mother should ever feel this wicked delight. My tongue thrust into her twat.
