Chapter 893 Mom Does Anything:>64

I watched as her lips parted and her tongue came out, then I turned and walked away. This was dirty. Nasty. Pornographic. And yet, my heart raced, and my limbs pulsed with adrenaline. Next time, I would make Mom sit with me in one of those chairs, and then I wouldn't have to jerk off. Mom met me in the hallway, and together we raced back to the car for a quick, backseat fuck. She kept saying, "I was so nervous, and I felt so nasty, but I couldn't stop myself, baby. I couldn't stop making my pussy come. Am I a bad girl, Mark? Is Mommy a bad girl?"