Mothers and SonsChapter 4
Monica was sitting up on the living room couch, still completely naked, wiggling her ass on the edge of the cushions as she rammed two long, stiff fingers into her wet, hairy pussy as fast as she could. The feverish fucking and sucking she'd enjoyed with young Marty Sanders earlier that day had just made Monica hornier. It was useless to try to resist her wanton need for Paul now, so she wasn't going to try. Her unbearable lust could only be satisfied by fucking her very own son! Paul...