joeltorridisurdaddy:Famous last words: “I guess just this one time…”You know as well as I do that wa
joeltorridisurdaddy:Famous last words: “I guess just this one time…”You know as well as I do that was not the last time. It was the first of many, many times. My son fucked me daily after that “one time”. Most days included multiple sessions of sex. Every time he had an opportunity, my son was on me. And every time I put up the facade that I didn’t want it. That I thought it was wrong. And that this would be the last time. But I wanted it. I wanted my son’s cock thrusting deep into my pussy or down my throat. I craved my darling boy’s cum. I needed it. And every time my husband left for work, or took a shower, or went out to mow the lawn, or took a nap, or left the room to make a quick phone call…within seconds, I had my son’s big dick crammed down my throat, or he had me bent over a piece of furniture getting pummeled by his fat cock. It was dangerous…we were taking risks every day. And we were almost caught on numerous occasions. But that just added to the thrill. It was well worth the risk…and at some point, I knew we would be caught. But I don’t think either of us cared. -- source link