12-03-2003, 01:45 AM
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Join Date: Nov 2002
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Janice
Regardless of the reason, Janice Fleming had cast aside the bindings of reason and propriety, catering instead to her own sybaritic and amoral pleasures. She revelled in the luxurious sensation of her son's cock stretching the walls of her vagina as she in turn clasped him tightly. Urging. Pleading. Ravenous.
Too lost to even recognize the fact she'd never felt this complete, so fulfilled, it didn't occur to her that she might be doing wrong either. For this moment in time, Jan could only think of fucking. Hard, fast, glorious fucking. She murmured her son's name and pulled his face toward her own hungrily. "Kiss me... "
She wanted his lips, his tongue. She wanted it all. In every part of her body.
As Mark leaned forward, she shifted and he seemed instinctively to know what she required, allowing their bodies to roll until he was on his back and she on top. Was it her imagination or was his cock even deeper? She didn't care. She only wanted... Gods! She was cumming again!
As the first waves of her orgasm began to wash through her yet again, Jan guided her son's hands to her hips. Showing him how to lift her body up and down the length of his hardness, she reached behind and loosened the ties of her gown. His eyes widened as her heavy breasts came to view and she smiled wantonly. "Touch them," she groaned. "It's all for you. All for you."
But was it?
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