He was bent over the back of a chair, his hands and legs tied to it. The nineteen year old boy was begging "her" to stop, but she ignored him. When sh...e came, she pulled out, yanked off her condom, and sprayed on his back and ass, squeezing the last bits of semen into his butt crack. He whimpered as she leaned over and said, "You're going to enjoy being my slave."From the side of the room, they heard, "Cut. That's a wrap for today! I want everybody on the set by 10 a.m. tomorrow." As Wilma. I feel something burning me” Mmmmm more fingering and tickling “I shouldn’t be doing these” she looked at me and I pretended to be in sleep. “Maybe this isn’t wrong his father never slept with me and I’m not his real mother” More tickling and shaking made her cut her words and she said “Ieeeeeee Waaannt Ketuuuuu inside Ahhhh” and she kept shaking and some liquid came out of her vagina and she landed on the bed taking deep breathes and pressing her boobs. This kind of felt unique to me and I. But in truth she had far bigger concerns, for what worried her most were her panties, which had become soaked when her pussy flooded as she realized that her own son was dry Fucking her arse. That flooding had almost been her downfall. She hadn't been that turned on since the first time a boy played with her bare tits in school. In all their marriage years her hubby had never been able to arouse her to that pitch and now her own son had sparked a drenching desire. Afterward, she had felt weak. Wearing a Ralph Lauren soccer Mom outfit of pink striped shirt and chinos, she looked very sexy. A few poses later, and my mother couldn't help but laugh out loud at the ostentatious display of vanity in front of her. Sean and I joined in the giggle.'Think you can do better young lady' Catherine said to my mother.'You bet I can' she said as she stood and tried the same poses as Catherine, only more exaggerated, highlighting the hilarity of Catherine's poses. She was wearing jeans and a pink low.