.” it was Scott. The vision of his mother at the full mercy of the big stud had aroused again the sexual desire of Carol’s son, who was anxious, n...ow, to watch another step of her debasing and abuse.“Do it, mom,” he continued. “Nobody knows! Just you and us. You are great, mom!” “You really want me to do it?” she asked meekly. And, without a further command, a golden stream shot out of her crotch, against John’s chest, running along his torso and legs.“Good girl. . . “ the giant exclaimed.. ,” two rapid clicks, up to medium. I wrapped a silk scarf around her eyes, blinding her. Her moans combined with the buzz of the vib for a moment to make one sound. I sat back on the couch to watch.Medium would be able to bring her to climax, but it would take a while. I sat back on the couch to watch. For a half hour she stayed strong, complaining moans coming through the gag every now and then, and then consistently as her pussy grew wetter. Then they started, barely noticeable at. .. D?borah a toujours pr?f?r? lesfilles aux gar?ons..." Non, non, pas du tout... De nos jours je crois que chacun doit pouvoirfaire ce qu'il veut... Je... Je me demande parfois si je ne devrais pasessayer. J'ai ?t? si souvent d??ue par les hommes, notamment par le p?rede Nicolas!"R?pondit ma m?re en riant... Je ne sais pas si elle plaisantait quandelle disait qu'elle voudrait "essayer" mais Doria posa imm?diatement samain sur la sienne. Maman rougit l?g?rement avant de doucement retirersa main. “What in the bloody hell was that?!” he exclaimed, looking down at her with wide, regretful, eyes. She sat up, a guilty expression consuming her features. “I’m sorry…when you said you were going over to her house, I…got…a tad jealous…and I just wanted you to stay…I’m sorry…” she mumbled, not meeting his gaze, but instead staring down at her sandaled feet. “Please…don’t apologize. That was…uhm…” he said clumsily, something he’d never done, he was always well-spoken and confident. She looked up.