Being my son's whore 4

Being my son's whore I advise you to read the previous stories! After a few months of me and Paulo having sex as teenagers, Paulo went to college and I only saw him on weekends and holidays, because of the distance from my house and where he's studying, 150 kilometers. On a Saturday when I was leaving the city to come home by bus, he sends me a message that is coming and written: "I'm with the dick exploding to fuck you today mother", at the time I felt a heat in my body and I got excited. I went to pick him up at the bus station and we got into the car, he took the key and to drive, we got into the car and he already kissed me with his tongue squeezing my breasts. I love you. - I love you too, son! - I'm 10 days out of fun, Mom, waiting to see you. - Are you serious, son? - Yes mother . He unzipped his pants, pulled his stick out, and I just grabbed it. - It's really hot, son. - Mommy my dick is going mommy. I've been sucking his dick and he's driving. - What, mother? - Hey there, son. - You will do everything I say, everything. - How are you, Paulo? Aren't you my little whore? - Yes, my son. At the time, it was very offensive what he said, but I was giving myself to him, which is sex without whoring, without respect and a lot of bullshit, so I went back to sucking his dick and went home. - That bitch sucks my dick, swallows it all up. He pressed my head down against his stick touching the bottom of my throat and I choked. - That bitch swallowed my pauuu ooohhh I coughed and drooled a lot. - You don't like your mother! - I miss your father so much. We got home in the kitchen he already bent me over the table lifting my dress. Let's go see that rabbi, how I've missed him. - I love you, my son. He slapped me in the ass. - That's a good ass. - There, my son. She likes to get spanked by her man or mother. That's nice, Mommy likes it that way. Mele gave several taps leaving me with a soft leg tore my panties passing his hand on my bouquet - You're wet, you little whore. - Son, you're full of it. - Bitch, what do you want? - I want you to fuck me son. I'll give you anything you want, but you'll have to dress up. - All right, son, I got something new. I went to the bedroom and put on a black lace corset with panty hose, leather belt, and dental floss and jump, when I arrived in the room he was in the armchair drinking whiskey. Mom, you're the hottest whore I've ever known. - I'm all your son. We started kissing, Paulo was all over me, rubbing my bouquet, when I saw a blue pill label next to the glass. Did you take Viagra? - Yes mother, today I'm here to fuck you all. - I loved that, son. He sat in the armchair with the shiny hard stick. - Come on , keep sucking , whore . He stood up and I lowered Paul holding my head and fucking my mouth with the stick, making me choke, drool all over. You're my fucking mother. - I'm your son, all of me. Paul grabbed my hair and lifted me up with his other hand on my bouquet rubbing. - Look at that bitch face, what do you want? - I want you to fuck me, son. - Hummm tesuda, begs for his male. - Aaainnn son, fodeeee the mamaeee. I want to fuck son, fodeee please. - Eeehhh like that. - Fuck your little son of a bitch. - Four on the mother couch. I sat on the couch and pushed my butt, Paul was already shoving his dick in my pocket and fucking. - That's some hot dick. - Humm, that's a good one. Paul started to fuck without stopping my bouquet, pushing hard and I groaned loudly - So you like your bitch, fuck you all right now. - Aaahhhh aaahhhhhhhhh it feels good. A bottle was dripping from tesao and being fucked like that. Holding my head back, Paul would mock. - comes to drink her sour milk, He sat on the couch and I went to suck his dick . - I'm gonna have some fucking fun, don't miss a fucking drop. I tapped the stick and he made fun of my tongue by rubbing it over his little head. - I'm fucking with you. Paul mocked me in my mouth and without losing a drop I looked at him and swallowed. - What a delicious milk. - Like it or not, you'll get more. His dick was just as hard, - Still tough and not a good-looking son, Mommy's not tired yet. - Hummm bitch, make me another glass of whiskey mom and come. I did as he said. Did you like the story? I'll post the sequel that's just commenting on that part of the real story. Kiss my freaks!