Brutal fucking for Viola

I have to admit I always had a fantasy of watching a man jerk off and cum tribute my photos and now my son can make that fantasy come true. So no honey I don’t mind. I want to watch you shoot your cream all over my photo.” Just hearing my mom tell me that made my cock rock hard again. At first, I thought it would feel weird stroking my shaft in front of my mom, but incestuous lust is so powerful, and I found I did not mind at all. I had no issues looking threesome at her photo as well as looking at her out the corner of my eye. I was stroking small my cock and giving my mom a great show. Her eyes were focused on my stroke which only served to turn me on even more. I was very happy to show her my stroke to her photo. It was incredible, the intense building feeling in my shaft. My mom moved closer to the bed to watch me. “Honey let me know when you are about to cum; I do not want to miss you creaming all over my photo.” I groaned back to her, “I’m getting closer.” I could feel a huge load building up in my cock. I wanted to give her a great cum show, so I stopped stroking for a moment to get onto my knees placing the tablet on the bed. I was so ready to blow my load; my hand was moving lighting speed up and down my shaft. Mom started to talk dirty to me Hardcore which added to the dirty incest feeling. ‘God, you are stroking so fast for me. Your shaft is so hard, so red and look at your swollen head.’ I glanced at her, ‘I’m going to cum mom! I can’t hold it!’ “Oh God yes! Do it, honey! Cum for me! Cover my photo in your hot cream! I need to see it; I want to see it, my good boy.” I know it was pure, taboo, incest lust that sent me over the edge. I had shot large cum loads for my mom in the past, but something about her standing there, watching me and encouraging me to tight come all over her photo sent me over the edge. It only took a few more strokes and listening to my mother repeatedly say ‘come for me, do it, come on my picture.’ My cock stiffened in my grip, and I felt this incredible, intense and pleasurable eruption of cum. My eyes were glued to my mom's photo. I watched with a dark delight as spurt after spurt of my cum shot across her photo. I watch my cum ropes begin to cover her photo. My mother kept saying ‘oh my god, honey, oh my god.’ The pleasure I felt this time was far beyond any other time I jerked off to my mom. When I was done coming, I was impressed with how much had burst out of my shaft. I looked up at my mother still holding my throbbing shaft. Her eyes were fixed on the cum covered tablet. “Was that ok mom?” She glanced over at tits me and then back at the tablet. “Honey! I have never seen anyone cum so much and for me. Your father never came that much cream for me.” She reached down grabbing the spunk covered tablet and took a closer look. She looked in awe of the cum tribute I gave her, and I was feeling proud of what I did. ‘Could it be that she remembered some of what happened last night?’ No, if she had she would have been really pissed once they had threesome left. I took a drink finally as he talked about how his family had moved out of state, but he came back for college a year later than he thought he was going to. After the rice and fish meal simply but beautiful prepared they sat facing each other, cross legged sipping tea as Julie explained what had happened from the day she had met Sarah. However, it was not enow. Like a good little sissy, he swallows it all. Oh, yes, yes, love me with your cock. I'm sure he'd like that," Jan suggested. I will be available to him, via phone at the Chateau, but he will go with you and be your assistant for a whole week. As she ate, I pulled out my phone and called the office. Another is muttering, “Watching you two is so fucking good, so fucking Hardcore good, I am so horny.” “I’m supposed to be a lot of things,” I muttered, “but small the only thing I’ve managed to be is a disappointment. Sven Falk Now may I continue?” When you are completely relaxed I quickly slap your ass. A dozen memorable minutes later, we were both lying in the grass, tired and sweaty and thoroughly satisfied. "N-nah, it was alright." They felt equally as first as her breasts. There has never been a moment that I felt as close to her as I did when she did that. As minute as the differences are if you choose to be boring and boil a story down to its base components, your voice is not the voice of a single story but rather the amalgamation of your stories and all of their voices. She looked at me, saying: “That feels good.” I giggled and said: “It’s only the three of us and I tight know what feels really good.” Sherry laid back, closed tits her eyes and let me stroke and stroke. No, I don’t watch anime, stop asking! I do not have work or plans until tomorrow," Newlyn said.