“Can you feel that baby?” you ask, rubbing the head up and down, back and forth against my swelling clit. I moan and buck my hips at your touch.�...�Yes, Sir… I can feel it… mmmm,” I groan. I realize how restricted I am struggling to swirl my hips and buck for more friction against your cock head. My pussy gushes and drips to my ass, collecting along my tight little hole.“Good girl.” You pull back far enough from my reach and lean over me, placing one hand on the back of the chair. Your lips nibble. It couldn't be. She was enjoying it. This exceeded anything beyond my wildest fantasies. I was Fucking my mother. Raping my mother. And she was enjoying it."Ah... Ah... Harder... Faster... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Please..."I began to fuck my mother with reckless abandon. Each thrust going faster, harder, and deeper. At the height of my excitement I leaned down and began licking the back of her neck. For whatever reason, I just wanted to taste her. To feel her skin in my mouth. To lick the small. Deepti: Thank you, my dear son! Btw which section made you feel it’s sexy?Vihaan: Oh no, I’m not saying that.Deepti: Now spill it. I’ve been so close and frank with you then why are you hesitating?Vihaan: No mom it’s not like hesitating. I feel it’s not right to say.Deepti: It’s just you and me forever then why you hesitate?Vihaan: Okay, actually two section made me feel sexy. First, it’s your deep v cut and second showing off your left leg.Deepti: My son has really grown up. He does admire the. ”“That must hurt, Sir.”“You have no idea. I’m four years from retirement. I’ve got a feeling that I’m going to end up doing taxes for Titus.”“Ouch!”“Then I’ll be the old bastard when you start doing the audits.”“I’ll be doing the audits?”“Yes. You’ll be auditing Titus and Magus both.”“I thought you liked me, Sir.”“We work for the IRS. We don’t have friends.”Irene listened to the conversation until the door closed behind them. She had been terrified that Magus would come running out of his.