Mom Fucks Son & Eats Teen Creampie For Thanksgiving Treat

"Aren't you going to let him go?" "I'm sure you son is as thirsty as you were. I think we should allow him to have a drink before we put him back with his sister. His sister must also be very thirsty by now, so why don't you show him how to give his little sister a drink?" While the thought of what was to happen, raced through Deb's mind, she could see no way of preventing it. Already the urges within her body were building. She was sure that it would only be a matter of minutes before she could not hold back the piss from her son's mouth. Deb watched her son as he continued his licking of her pussy riding juices. The way he continued to suck blonde on her cunt made it hard for Deb to hold back the urge to piss. As she tried desperately not to release the water inside her, she couldn't help the small amounts that dribbled out, despite her efforts. She was sure her son could smell it and she was certain he had understood what was going to happen. She watched as her son licked every small tits little dribble and sucked it into his mouth. He seamed so blowjob greedy about getting it all. "I made him chew salt pills two hours ago and he hasn't had any liquids in the last 4 hours." Jeff said watching over her shoulder. "Ask him if he needs a drink." Deb looked down at her son. Excitement flashed skinny through her as she spoke. "Do you want mommy to give you a drink?" She asked her son. Bobby hesitated before he finally nodded his head up and down in his mother's crotch. She asked again. "Son, darling, are you going to drink all mommy's piss like a good boy?" Her son nodded immediately up and down and licked the inside of her pussy all the way up to her clit. Deb couldn't believe the excitement she was experiencing just then. This is bad news for me – we can expect reprisals at nightfall if The Sadist has no-one else to play with. "Would you tell your mom?" “Stay put naked one, it’s only 2 people. The plan itself was a good one and we all would have some blowjob fun. I told him he could, but that I would meet him at the room. Dad finally got done with the call and stood to talk to me. As like a que, the vibrator goes max. He was 2 years younger than me. I wish I could follow her until we had to part ways at the elevator. What were especially unusual were the markings on skinny his skin. He was covered in white symbols. She worked her leg between her Mother’s thighs then brought it riding up, Tina’s vulva rested on in, she continued the massage. I was thrown on the ground and pinned to the floor harshly. He hadn’t told Julie or Carly what he expected to be going down at his house, but small tits if things went according to plan, they would find out soon enough. The minute we got into her house, she pulled her cell phone out of her purse and dialed a number. I ventured forward, looking for one of these stones to have “Baker” on it. Dawn thought it must be this lack of control that had amped up her arousal, not the humiliation. The two talked and studied the rest of the night, Charles having had dinner at Bridget's before leaving for home. She could see them still in the mist, shapeless, colorless, invisible blonde specters watching from the shadows. I did notice that this house was set up the same as my mother’s. I guess these houses were preplanned, so I am sure that more of them were the same. I rocked forward, my cheek pressed into the lattice. I see most things. You need to get ready to go out.” I heard him say. No comments on child-rearing.