Jones, me and my twelve brothers and sisters go to midnight mass and we sing hymns; then we come home very late and we put mince pies by the back door... and hang up our stockings. Then all excited, we go to bed and wait for Father Christmas to come with all our toys."Very nice Patrick," she said. "Now Jimmy Brown, what do you do at Christmas?"Well, Ms. Jones, me and my sister also go to church with Mom and Dad and we sing carols and we get home ever so late. We put cookies and milk by the chimney. He knew what he was doing was wrong. She knew what he she was allowing him to do was wrong. The bed itself had become an unholy altar on which the fiery passion between mother and son was being quenched. Juan pounded his mother’s tight cunt into the mattress. Her hips bucked against his. All the while his testicles powerfully beat against what was left of her ripped underwear. In the back of her mind, she felt as if she was entitled to this treatment. She loved her son more than she loved her. Putting her arms out to display her body, she turned to let Josh examine her. He studied it carefully, remembering every facet. Her shoulder blades rolling below the skin, the slight, tight jiggle of her ass, the firmness of her breasts. Sheila was not skinny, she was a buxom brunette, and God-help him, he was enjoying it.She pounced back onto the bed, and they finally felt each other, skin to skin. "Let's bring this three pages of foreplay to an end."Her pussy had been hidden to him from the. Both girls leaned in to peer at their mother’s sex, which now had puffy purple lips that gaped open. Between them was a pool of thick white fluid which began to spill over the edge. Maude clapped two fingers over her pussy, saying “Now we don’t want to waste any, do we?”Dusty didn’t know if he could perform again right away. He’d jerked off in the pond, and now he’d blown a good nut in Maude. Beth was staring at him now, her eyes wide, waiting for him to answer her question. She was.