My pussy hot... wet... dripping for my son... and his camera.As if woken up from a dream, he started taking the pictures again. Snap, snap, snap. Oh J...esus yes... I wanted him to take my pictures. I wanted to spread my legs for him more but my panties wouldn't let me. Should I? Should I just take them all the way off? Slut... oh yeah... a real slut would do it.I straightened up and brought my legs together. Reaching down I pushed my panties down, past my knees and let them drop around my ankles.. ‘You’ve spoiled me, Ben,’ she says. Her head rests on his chest, her body wrapped in his arms. ‘I just hope the guilt thing is behind you, and we can do this again soon, can keep doing it because lord knows I need it. I haven’t been made love to like that since…You know, I’ve never been madelove to like that. Besides you, Sam’s been my only lover—and I use the term very loosely.’ He holds her tight, looking up at the ceiling. He lets a full half-minute pass before he says, ‘No guilt from your. He only let me get away with this half a dozen times before he couldn't take it any more, he pushed me back up and pulled my legs to get my feet on either side of his body, so I was squatting over him, his cock stretching my slick pussy. He grabbed my hips again, and got his heels buried into the blanket behind me, and began thrusting up into me so fast, I couldn't see straight. He did this until he had to stop or he would cum, then he lifted me off of him and laid me back on the blankets,. You’d think my modesty would eventually go away with all I’ve been through but I can’t help it. I guess I’m glad that I’m not used to performing sex shows. I haughtily put my hands on my hips and do my best spoiled girl imitation, determined to play along. “Nuh uh! I didn’t do anything!” “Nothing! I saw you, serving beer, teasing the boys, getting their cocks hard with your antics. Over his knee right now!” Serving beer? Really? I follow Eddies finger and see a guy that must be Frank.