Photographer son, designer sister and model mom

And then I felt it again, only this time, the feeling didn’t leave.

She had lowered herself down, the folds of her pussy caressing the head of my dick, trapping just the tip inside. Her eyes shut, embracing the sensations that traversed her body as she left herself suspended on my pole, the gates of her womb massaging my crown.

“Baby…” she panted.

I could hardly manage to speak at all. “… Yes?”

She was breathing harder, straining to hold herself up.

“Please don’t be mad.”

“Why?” I asked, embracing the sensations I too was feeling.

She looked at me over her shoulder. “Because I’m through with playing…” she said biting her lip. “… I want to fuck.”

And with that she lowered herself, squeezing my naked cock into the tightness of her wet vagina.

She made the drop in one motion, slipping down as Kelly gasped in surprise. Each blissful inch now wrapped in her body as she bottomed out, her groin atop my own as we both moaned deeply in unison.

It was incredible, warm, wet and tighter than I had dreamed. The swollen lips of her womanhood rubbed against my pubic hairs as she rolled her hips, circulating her motions as I was buried deep inside her. I have had sex before, and I have felt my fair share of women, but this was on a whole other planet.

“Oh God Jason!” She moaned grabbing my hands and pulling them up to cup her breasts. She leaned back against me, her spine arching perfectly to the shape of my chest as she flexed her hips and spread her legs wider.

“My god you feel so good inside me,” she breathed, her head resting on my shoulder.

I groped her breasts with my hands, her nipples trapped between my fingers.

“Oh Fuck, Mom…” I said.

She turned her head to me.

“Mmmm… You already are, Baby…” Her voice purred in my ear as she nibbled on my lobe, I in turn ran my lips at her stretched neck and collar before me. My teeth extended and I bit her skin softly. I could taste her sweat.

She started to raise her hips now, my cock sliding in and out, piercing her depths in slow sensual strokes. I slid a hand down, over the toned muscles in her skin, my fingertips pressing over and in her bellybutton, until finding the groove of her pelvis and finally the small, trimmed cropping of hair above her pussy.

A gasp left her mouth as my fingers made contact with her clitoris. The slick hood retreated exposing the tiny nub as I pressed down, rubbing her pussy as I fucked it.

“Shit baby!… Oh your fingers feel so good!” she moaned.

I leaned into her neck, now closer to her ear.

“So does your pussy, Mom. You feel so fucking tight around my cock.”

Her muscles flexed around me, hearing my words. I flicked her pussy again, now focusing solely on the clit.

“Mmmm, you like it do you?” She asked knowing very well the answer. “I can’t believe you’re inside me. Fucking me, in front of your sister… In front of my daughter.”

I heard a moan again, only this time in front of us. Risking a peek, I looked from the corner of my eye and found Kelly now sitting in the wingtip chair. One leg was thrown over the armrest and the other on the floor as she stared at us intently. Her right hand snaked its way into her panties where she was furiously rubbing herself without any sign of embarrassment.

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