"Maybe doing that will help you blow off some steam about whatever is upsetting you today." But mom..." Upstairs young man." Mrs. Spellman glared as F...red stormed upstairs. It was a strain to push the bedroom door open with the clothes and junk that was piled behind it. Books and everything he seemed to own was scattered about. "This will take forever." Fred sighed as he glanced at a closet that was filled with a mixture of male and female clothes. He loved leaning his room a mess so his parents. They were two little fugitives running free. Feeling foolish, I sped after them calling their names, ‘SEPTEMBER SNOW! SCRAPPY!’ I hollered, racing down the snowy sidewalk in a wasted effort to catch them. Running through the snow with a bag of groceries isn’t easy, so I simply dropped it. Perhaps I would return for the burst bag, perhaps I wouldn’t. At the moment, my escapees were nearing the intersection and I was getting worried. Calling after them again, I darted between an older couple. A tilt of the head to look interested, I let my hair down saying that was better and I parted my legs a little to show off my stockings.”Before long, Kenny was standing between my gorgeous wife’s legs kissing her full on the mouth whilst fondling her large breasts through her blouse. “His mouth tasted rancid but was so fucking horny. I love dirty” she said. She in turn pulled at his cock through his overalls before going to her knees and taking him in her mouth. “His cock was really dirty,. “Do it, Billy” she whispered throatily. “Do it to me, baby.”Billy, a grin spreading over his face, moved to his mother. Joan’s eyes remained on his cock.Billy stood between his mother’s open legs, staring down at her hair-lined cunt, seeing the pink wetness, the tiny protrusion of her clit. Joan could feel the heat of her son’s eyes on her crotch, and her naked body trembled. With a moan of hunger, she darted her hand to her son’s cock, closing her fingers about it tightly. She pulled, smashing.