Requested: Home for a Cummy Lunch

“Oh, yes.” Lucy grinned, her black-lipsticked mouth curving evilly. I knew there would be no reasoning with her. I kink turned back to Mom. “Mom, you stockings don’t have to do this!” I said frantically. “I’m sorry.” Mom said, and though she did sound extremely regretful, her voice was affected with a wanting purr. “Do you even know who I am?!” I yelled, straining in my bonds. “You’re my son.” Mom said, and there was no doubt about the fetish tone of her voice now. She hissed the word ‘son’ covetously, and her crawling gait devolved into the stalking shifts of a predator. Her hips rolled behind her, the globes of her ass protruding vulgarly, accentuated by the languorous arch of her back. “Get away from me, you crazy bitch!” I screamed. “Why would you say such things to your mother, Danny-boy?” Lucy chuckled, strutting to me as she lead her pet, “She only wants to love you.” “Please Lucy, I’ll do anything you want!” “I know you will.” Lucy’s grin curved wickedly. She stopped on my right side, and guided Mom blowjob by the leash until she knelt between my legs. “Mom, you don’t have to do this!” I said again, my breath shuddering, “I know you made mistakes, Toys but that doesn’t mean you’re lost.” “I’m sorry, Daniel, but I’m already gone.” Mom said, lowering her head to my crotch. “I forgive you!” I yelled, “The drugs, the rehab, the neglect; everything! It wasn’t your fault!” Mom stopped, looking uncertain. I could feel her breath against my sack, her lips barely an inch away. We drove quickly to fetish the airport private jet area again. She was humping her hips in sync with the cock slipping in and out of her. My mind drifts off to work stockings once again. Synthia gasped in shock, feeling her exposed flesh shiver as Xavier stepped back for a moment to Toys look her up and down. Ryan pulled his boxers down and dropped them to the floor, where his thick head dripped with blowjob precum. Very wet and very kink tight.