Mom made into useful objects for poker party by son

Each thrust made a wider line of sweat form across my brow, as my feet dug further into the mattress next to her legs. My dick felt enveloped in her wet, hot, crevice. It was a foreign feeling, yet I loved it.In those moments, my mind raced with 10,000 thoughts and twice as many voices. It all culminated when I gripped her shoulders hard, and with a twitch of my long humiliated rod, shot a heavy load of cum into her. I came 6 more times that night. We did it in a variety of positions. Kara was clearly an expert, a fact I learned as she rode me like a horse, screaming her lungs out. I must say, the whole experience somewhat boosted my ego. After nut #4, humiliation I guess I got cocky, and flipped her onto her hands and knees, thrusting into her once again from behind. I had seen doggystyle before in several porn videos, but never though I would get to try it my first ever used time having sex. From the way her body bounced back against my pelvis, it seemed she enjoyed it too. I was sweaty. Tired. But I wanted more. After cumming one more time, I fell back onto my pillow and passed out. When I woke up the next morning, a beam of light was shining through my curtains onto my face. Kara was smart enough to close the window and door, and even cover me with mom a blanket. She was a slut alright. An experienced one with enough smarts to leave a house with no evidence besides the memories of her partner. I sat up and put some clothes on, going downstairs. My mother was making breakfast, and she turned to look at me. "Hey Alex. How was your night? I see the house is still standing, so that's good." I replied with a stroke of my hair. "Yeah... I was fine last night. I was pretty boring. I just laid in my room and watched a movie." family For the rest of that day, the event of Saturday night played over and over in my mind. The clothes on the floor. end of the dildo disappeared between Lisa's teeth. Eva had put the poor orc humiliated in stirrups, and was seeing just how far she could put her fist up his ass. It was like a mom humiliation whole new energy was brought upon everyone. “You were gone for a half-hour,” Aunt Louisa said, such an envious smile on her lips. I want to look at you like that, okay?” “No butter,” she said, “but here's used a pot of jam.” It wouldn’t have killed me to hear his criticisms if he weren’t always right. She had her brown hair in a pair of delectable pigtails. The Chauffeur (#25) The Weekend (part 2) family