" She said."Y-yes? (oooh)" the boy gasped as she squeezed his cock even harder.Taking one of his hands of her hips, his mother placed on the lower par...t of her stomach. "I want this filled." Eh?" the boy moaned, not understanding."I want what ever in these", his mother reached behind her and grasped his balls, "to be ejected into here" pointing at her belly.The boy felt her sink down on him, taking every single inch of his hard-on into her cunt, her womb."I want you to cum in me." His mother. He must have felt I was going to cum because he stopped stroking and held my dick tight. After a minute and my heart slowed down some and he started again. He said I was doing good, I said I never went this long before. He said good, why don't we sit down on the couch. He said to stand by it,he'd be right back. When he came back he had a towel. He sat down and pulled me on his lap. He said lean back and relax. He said I had a little dick and stroked it softly. I felt myself ready to cum. As they were descending the steel ladder, they saw another white hardhat. Because it was so early — earlier than executives were normally in, let alone on the plant floor — they stopped on the stairway to watch.It came as absolutely no surprise when they recognized Jenny Clark. She went up to a young female machine operator and started to speak to her. After just a few words, the girl began to cry. Jenny motioned and a relief operator came over to replace the girl. Putting her arm over the. ”He doesn't mean me, but the thrill washes over me nonetheless. I rock forward on the bucket, the slightest of movements, soundless, invisible in the darkness. I can't help it. I need friction more than I need my next breath of air. I can feel my own juices trickle down my crack already.There is a small, slick noise, and then she mewls, her mouth still full of cock, and I know she has flicked herself over the edge, spilling into her yoga pants.He must have the same thought, or whatever he's.