Amateur mother fucks son
More deliberate with his movements.
I shot my eyes up to his and opened my mouth.
But it was confirmed Friday.
My hands folded over his arms, lightly holding him while the water level rose and fell over my breasts like the tide ebbing and flowing from my uneven breathing. Occasionally, he pressed his lips to my head.
Afterwards, we lie in the semi-darkness, his chest pressing to my back while we spooned on our left sides.
There was a muffled shout from the other side. I didn't even cringe.