My husband and I got divorced a few months ago.. No one cheated or anything, rather there was a porn problem. This is actually rather common, married men becoming addicted to porn. Some watch it so much (and ultimately masturbate) that they aren't ever in the mood for sex with their wives. Others form unrealistic expectations of sex with an actual woman, feeling like they should perform (and look) like porn stars do. And then some develop fetishes.. Fantasies.. Ideas that really turn them on. These can be completely fine, and can even become fun in the bedroom IF they communicate them to their partners and the partner agrees to take part. This is what caused the end of my marriage. Incest-porn has surged in popularity over the last decade. It's incredibly divisive .. Some see it as simply a naughty made up story that's harmless make believe. Others see it as being akin to criminality, even in fantasy form. Fathers and daughters, siblings, even grandparents, and yes the ever popular mother - son scenes. This was my vice! Yes I'm the one who developed the infatuation with pornography, in particular mother-son videos. And as you can imagine, that's a hard thing to admit to your spouse.. So I didn't, I just shut down sexually. Sex with him didn't interest me anymore, it wasn't exciting enough. This caused fighting and accusations of infidelity, which eventually caused him to leave me.. And our two sons.
And because I'm sure your can see where this is going.. Yes, my addiction to these pornografic displays had made me want to have sex with my own son, Cal.
What?! Why?! Yes thats an understandable reaction for you to have.. To be fair, simply coming across these videos isn't what made me like this. I watched a few and like most other people, I thought they looked ridiculous! I mean, who gets stuck in a dryer?! And then just because a young man were to come across his mother stuck in a dryer, his initial reaction is to start screwing her?! That's preposterous, no real boy looks at his mother that way!... Then I had an awkward encounter with my own son.. It started one Saturday morning when I was putting breakfast on the table. I was wearing my robe like I normally do, and when I leaned forward I saw him gazing at me weirdly, almost in a daze. I looked down and saw that the front had fallen open and he could see my breasts! I quickly straightened up, and as soon as the visual was lost he snapped out of it and looked back down at his plate, glancing up out of the corner of his eye to see if I'd noticed. But I didn't make a big fuss, it seemed like innocent curiosity, I was a bit heavy-chested, so I felt like any young man would have taken notice of them in that instance.. really it was more of an eye-roll moment for me. But then just moments later I walked in on him jacking off! Honestly it was hilarious, it was the quintessential embarrassing mother-son moment.. He had gone up stairs to get ready for baseball when I went in to ask him something without knocking.. There he was, shorts and underwear down around his knees, penis in one hand, with his head tilted back and his eyes squeezed shut! Till they shot open and yelled at me and I sort of yelped in surprise. I just left the room and slammed the door shut. I stood outside for a second before calling through it “sorry I didn't realize you were changing”, trying to downplay how much I'd seen.
I thought about it all day, and I couldn't get past the idea that my own son had been turned on by seeing my tits, so much so that he went to go masturbate to it.. I wasn't upset, I mean boys will be boys, they all love boobs right? And then I realized, I'd actually seen this exact porno before!.. “son” sees mom naked, goes to jerk off, mom catches him, only in the scene, the “mom” went over and started blowing him. It made me think, are these scenes really all that far fetched? Do young men really want to have sex with their mothers? This had me scouring the internet, which mostly led to me finding more and more incest videos (there are a lot out there), and many of them are pretty hot, and I developed an affinity for them… but what I was really looking for were answers and support, true testimony of why? And the answer?.. Access, horniness and naughtiness.
I don't think men WANT to have sex with their MOM. They want to have sex with the playmate of the month, or their favorite actress.. But they don't see those women every day.. You know who they do see? Their moms! Young men see us in our bathing suits and underwear, in robes and wrapped in a towel. They see us laying in bed or in the shower.. They have access to us and can easily visualize these otherwise mundane moments as sexual opportunities. Then there's horniness which is self explanatory, they're teenage boys. And naughtiness.. There's a reason sex in a movie theater is better than in a bed.. It's forbidden! Anything that's not allowed is more appealing, you add sex to it and it becomes even more so! Having an affair is already bad and thus can seem really hot, now imagine it's not just with a coworker, it's with a close relative that you sleep in the room next to and could do easily sneak over and climb in bed with??!!
I couldn't let it go, I thought about it for weeks.. The idea that my son may be looking at me and thinking of me that way was flattering and even arousing. I even found myself looking at him a little differently. When I went back and watched those videos, I began imagining they were he and I, and it became hotter, I was touching myself to them, like I hadn't done before, and it was more enjoyable. Honestly I became obsessed with the idea. And my obsession became desire… I now WANTED to do my own son!
I stopped wanting sex with my husband, rather, I was constantly pleasuring myself to these videos, or in the shower visualizing my own sexual rendezvous with Cal. This lasted months, and ultimately lead to our divorce. I was sad, sure, but really what came to mind when my husband moved out was “finally! I can be with my son!”.
I never thought “should I?”, I just kept thinking “how?”. Naturally there was criteria, such as I didn't want anyone, including my other son, DJ, to find out. I also didn't want to scare or offend Cal.. Ideally I wanted him to make the move on me, Which was a tall order…how do you get a teenager to try and sleep with his mom, when everything in the world would be telling him not to? And then it dawned on me, these porn scenes were just a bunch of examples for how to entice your son. Scenarios that gave him the opportunity to make a move on me.. So I decided to give it a shot, I would set the stage and give him a chance to live a fantasy!
I had to wait for the right time, which happened to be two weeks later, but this gave me the time to “pre heat” him.. My robe would “accidentally” fall open more often, and I always caught him trying to look. I was wearing tight little yoga outfits a lot more. And I would give him big hugs for no reason, pulling him into my bosom… I Even found an excuse to walk around in a wet tee shirt for a bit. Finally came a few days where we would both be home and DJ would mostly be away.
That first evening Cal and I sat down to watch a show we regularly watched together… and I had a plan. I came in wearing just a long tee shirt, but not my longest, in fact, this barely covered my butt.. And I made sure not to wear panties. I sat by him on the sofa and for a few minutes just watched the show. Then I moved over a bit and swung my feet up and placed them in his lap, in doing so, I made sure the shirt slid up enough to expose my cooch. “Honey would you mind rubbing my feet?” I asked, in as normal a tone as possible (my heart was pounding). He turned to me and began saying “sure” as his eyes immediately fell to my waist. I pretended not to notice and kept facing the TV, allowing him to gaze as long as he wanted, which he did. The entire hour long show his eyes were glued on me, but he never moved or even spoke. Until once the show ended, he leapt up and practically ran to his room, closing the door. Are you kidding me?! I thought to myself, why is he running off to masturbate when there was a piece of ass sitting right next to you?! Guys are weird.
The next day I tried something else. When he came home I was on my hands and knees on the kitchen floor pretending to wipe up a spill wearing a short skirt and no undies. I heard him come in the house and I called for him to come help me. I made sure my backside was towards the entrance to the kitchen and listened to his footsteps come in and then stop. I kept pretending to wipe for several minutes while I let him watch, hopefully building up the courage to pounce, but he didn't. I finally heard him run out and up to his room.
Later I came walking out of my room after taking a shower with a towel wrapped around myself, I ran into Cal in the hallway, and of course my towel “accidentally” fell down, “oops!” I said, as I stood completely naked in front of him. His eyes blew wide open. To make it better, I turned my back to him as I bent over to pickup the towel, and proceeded to fumble around, acting like I was having trouble getting ahold of it. I felt like I fought with this towel for way longer than it would actually take a normal person, the whole time he's watching, not offering to help and not leaving, just watching, staring at my smooth slit, until I finally stood back up and covered myself, only to turn and see him dart back into his room. Damnit!
I don't know exactly what I expected him to in these situations.. Did I really think my son would see me bent over and just come up behind me and shove it in?! No I suppose not.. But maybe he could whip it out and start stroking himself while giving me a wink… Or at least say something like “damn mom that ass is really nice!” and then I could take it from there… but all this imagining only got me more worked up!
The rest of the week was full of more chances that he didn't jump at. I walked around in a bra and thong, acting like that was perfectly normal. After work one day I went up to Cal and asked him to help me unclasp the back of my bra because I couldn't reach it (even though I'd never done that before). I even walked around fully nude then acted surprised when I ran into him in the kitchen because I “didn't realize he was home”. I called for him to bring me a towel while I was in the shower because I “forgot” to grab one, then pressed my body up against the glass shower door reaching for it when he handed it to me… All this and a half dozen other things that also failed to get him to make that leap.. If he didn't already have a mommy fetish I bet he did now! I almost felt bad, he must be rubbing himself raw with all the times he's had to go to his room after seeing me. So I finally decided that simply showing him my body wasn't enough to get him to make a move.. I would need to help.
So one evening we watched a movie together. I purposely picked the movie SWORDFISH, it's more an action movie but has a little nudity, and a scene where the main character gets a blowjob. Shortly before that part came on, I decided to lay down, putting my head on his lap. I slid a hand up his thigh and placed underneath the side of my head to act like a pillow, conveniently landing on his already awoken pecker. This contact, coupled with me just wearing a tiny tank top and a pair of boxers, meant that the movie had very little work to do.. But sure enough, as we watched Hugh Jackman receive his simulated felacio, I felt my son's prick swell and twitch, and I decided enough was enough.
“oh honey!” I said, sitting up and looking at his crotch, my hand still holding the erection forming beneath his thin shorts, “I'm so sorry, did this movie get you too excited?” I tried my best to sound genuinely concerned yet calm. He looked terrified. His mouth hung open, his eyes were wide.. They panned between me and his groin.. Trying to decide what he should address first. He still needed a little push.. “I have to admit, I've noticed you running off to your room a lot these past few days, I can only assume it's because you needed to masturbate (I really laid it on thick with that word).. I know I've been kind of an airhead recently.. Has seeing me naked been making you horny?” the look of fear worsened.. But we were so close, I couldn't turn back now! “it's OK, it's natural to get excited when you look at a woman, even if it is your own mom.. I'm still a woman too.” I smiled, trying to look reassuring. He did not smile back. But at least he hadn't run away yet! It was time to go for broke and swing for the fences! “Do you need mommy to help you with this?” I said, sounding as motherly as possible. I slid my hand back and forth across his bulge, it jumped in response. He looked but couldn't speak. I slid off the sofa and on to my knees in front of him. “you've been doing this a lot recently, how about I take care of this one?” I said as I put my hair up in a pony tail.
Looking down at the tent that I had caused, I could feel my mouth practically drooling, and my pussy soaking through my shorts. I really wanted a dick in me, I wanted his dick in me, but I knew this selfless act of oral sex was needed to get him past his hesitation… I clasped the waistband of his shorts with both hands, pulling them and his underwear down past his eager boner. It sprang out, pointing at my face, begging for satisfaction. I smiled at it, then smiled up at him. He sat there, still not making a sound, with the same bewildered expression that he's had each time he's seen my body this week… which suddenly made me realize that I wasn't even toppless.. The rock hard rod in front of me told me that he didn't need to see my breasts, but I figured I may as well give him the full experience.. So I casually pulled my top off and dropped it on the floor beside me. His face stayed the same, but I could see his eyes shifting rapidly between looking at his exposed hard on, his mother's face inches away from it, and my bare rack. I decided that I'd made him wait long enough and I reached out and touched my son's tool for the first time..
My left hand gently took hold of the base, my thumb began playfully kneading the soft skin of his sack. While my right hand went to the top, my finger tips finding the precum dripping out and smearing it around the head, he throbbed. I know he didn't have much time, which played in my favor, no man would be able to resist ANY woman at this moment.. So again I looked up at him and asked,
“is this OK? Do you want mommy to help you with this?”, at first I couldn't tell if his head was just trembling, the movement was almost imperceptible, but as I looked at him, waiting, the movement sped up and became clearer and clearer, until a small rapid quivering motion eventually formed into a distinct steady up and down nodding.. And eventually I heard it, verbal confirmation, in the form of a muttered
“uh huh”. I smiled again,
“ok sweetheart”, and with that my head fell forward and engulfed his oozing member. Images from dozens of pornos just like this flashed through my mind.. Mothers knelt down between the legs of their handsome sons, sitting on the couch contently watching as she services him.. But when I felt him in mouth, all I could think was this is so much better than porn!
Looking back, I probably should've gone easy on him, helped him last longer, but instead I guess we were both excited, so my lips sucked, my tongue licked, and my hands stroked, all better than they ever had before..
and within seconds a low groan filled the air and my mouth was being treated to its first taste of his seed.. an extra heavy load of my son's warm semen. Now I'm not against swallowing, I was obviously going to swallow that which was already in my mouth, but I just didn't feel that swallowing everything was the right move in this situation, as I said before, I wanted him to get the full “porn” experience.. So I popped him out of my mouth, and pointed his young dick at my impeccable chest, still stroking him. Cal began stuttering out a series of loud grunts that accompanied each cumming shot. His eyes rolled back in his head as he helplessly sprayed his jizz across his mother's beautiful breasts.
He would probably be embarrassed, hell he may even regret it happening (he didn't) but it didn't matter, no force on earth could've made him move from this spot at this moment. Even after he finished, he didn't attempt to stand and leave. He sat and waited as my sticky hands squeezed and pushed every last drop up and out of his shaft.
“Well it certainly looks like you needed that!” I said, as I dabbed at the white goo on my chest with my bunched up shirt. I looked at him, pleased with myself, “was that good?”. He didn't respond at first, possibly afraid to admit it, but he began his tiny nods of agreement.
“uh huh”.
“Good, I'm glad baby.” I tucked him back into his shorts and stood up. I was holding my cum soaked shirt in my hands, so my boobs were still on full display, no reason to hide them now. “You should probably go get cleaned up.”
“k..”
“oh and honey, if you're ever feeling like that again” I said motioning towards his crotch, “just come see me.” I said with a smile, and walked out. I masturbated vigorously in the shower right after that.
I'll admit that the next day was a little awkward between Cal and I.. Partly because DJ was around a bunch, and we didn't get a chance to talk about it at all. But to my delight, that evening as I lay in bed reading a book, Cal walked in, I could see the bulge from across the room. He came and stood beside me, his eyes looking down at the floor..
“um, mom.. Can you please do that thing again?” he said shyly. I smiled, it was cute.
“sure baby” I said as I willfully moved to sit on the edge of my bed. I was thrilled he made the effort, but I still needed him to get more comfortable with this if it was going to progress. He wanted it, but didn't want to admit that he wanted it. “pull your shorts down and take it out.” I instructed, he hesitated, but then did as he was told, pulling his shorts down past his package. He looked nervously around the room, trying to avoid eye contact. “now, hold my hair back for me.” he looked down, scared, like when you ask someone to hold a baby. “here, like this” I pulled my hair back in a pony tail and waited for him to grab it. He took it with both hands timidly. “good, that's good.” I said as I grabbed his waist and pulled him closer. I leaned in and sucked him into my mouth, he let out a sudden sigh. Leaning forward like this I couldn't really look up at him , so I just kept my eyes closed. I listened to the sound and savored the feeling and taste of sucking his cock. He took a little longer this time, which was fine, and when he came I just took it all in and swallowed, not wanting to make a mess. I tucked him away and thanked him for coming to me this time, we said goodnight and he left. I went to bed pleased with my self, this was definitely a turning point I thought.. And boy was I right!
To say that he got the hang of it would be an understatement. By the next weekend he was full on fucking my face! He had no qualms in asking for blow jobs, and to his credit he never brought it up in front of others. I never explicitly said to keep this a secret, but he obviously figured it out that he shouldn't tell anyone about what we were doing. The awkwardness was also certainly gone, in fact he was a friendly, polite, perfect son, we were getting along great. And whenever the opportunity arose he was quick to whip it out and damn near demand a BJ. The confidence was hot so I always obliged.. Plus the words “I'm sucking my son's dick!” echoed in my head while his meat pumped my throat. I was still trying to work towards my ultimate goal of having him actually fuck me, but I knew it was coming.
I was convinced that he'd absolutely jump at the shot to screw me if given the chance, but he had yet to bring it up. Unsurprisingly he was quite content with getting his dick sucked multiple times a day, and who could blame him. From his perspective, he was living the dream, and probably afraid to push the limits on where this new relationship could go, I mean, why mess with a good thing right? So I was patient, plus, giving my son head was such an unseemly turn on! But I still wanted mine!
One day I sent him a link to a video on performing cunnilingus, ie. Eating a girl out.. A few days later he said that he was ready to try it. So one morning I called the school and told them Cal would be late due to a Dr appointment that morning. So once DJ left I had Cal come into my room. I sat on the bed fully nude, and he knelt down, taking his spot between my legs, as I had done so many times for him. I, however, needed no instruction on where to go from there, and I placed my hands on the back of his head and pulled him in. I let out a sigh of my own, and leaned back a bit, still holding his face into my snatch. The moist sounds of oral sex filled the room as he licked up and down my slit. You could tell he watched the video, he did everything it suggested.. Sucking the clit, fingering, he even went further south and tongued my anus.. It all worked, and before long I was panting and moaning, crying out the filth I'd been secretly longing to say for months.. “yes, oh god baby, yes! Don't stop, you're doing such a good job! Mommy loves it!” whatever he was doing at that exact moment was about to make me cum! I grabbed fistfulls of his hair and held him there, afraid he might move. “AAAHHHHH! YES BABY! YESSSSSS!” I shoved my muffin hard against his face as I came, arching my back. I was afraid I might've broken his nose or something. But as ecstasy subsided I finally released him and his head popped up, gasping for breath.
“did that work mom?! Was that it, did you cum?!” he asked eagerly. I was still coming down from my orgasmic high and took a moment to answer.
“yes baby.. That definitely worked, you made mommy cum..” I said, still laying back. He stood looking at my body, waiting patiently for several minutes before he finally spoke again.
“mom?.. Do you think you could go down on me now?” I sat up. He was already standing there with his shorts down past his knees and his bare weiner pointed out in front of him. I smiled. But this time I had a different idea.
“no honey.” I started, the color drained from his face, “if you want to cum too then you need to have sex with me.” I said. I scooted up the bed and laid back sliding a pillow under my head.
There was a small pause as he realized what he'd been given permission to do. He looked enamored with the sight of the wet gapping orifice waiting for him. He pulled his shirt up over his head and threw it to the side, his bottoms fell to the floor and he kicked them off across the room. He scurried up the bed and into my loving embrace . His penis hovered above my hairless box, and he looked up at me.
“yes baby, put it in me.” I said.
My son preparing to slide into me for the first time was adorable. You could see the anxious excitement, a young man eager to lose his virginity.. But also nervous, afraid he might do something wrong and ruin the moment. I wondered if maybe he was hesitant because I was his mother, maybe the realization that this would be incest and therefore gross and icky.. Would he chicken out?.. No.. On the contrary.. He thrust into me!
Sex is the most natural thing in the world, especially for men. As soon as they put it in, even on their first time, they know what to do. No instruction needed. Their hips begin moving exactly as they should, with the most instinctive rhythm… they look you up and down, checking your face for expressions of gratification, watching your breasts sway, and then staring in awe at the sight of their own prick sawing in and out of an actual vagina.. Then they look back up at you and cycle through the visual stimuli again and again. And after a predictable amount of time, the speed increases and becomes more forceful. Their breathing becomes irregular, their faces become flushed and focused. They begin to pant and grunt. Then finally it happens, their eyes glaze over, they hold their breath for a moment then exhale loudly, as their once smooth movements are interrupted by short jerking jabs. Their backs arch, they make tired, almost pained sounds while their bodies tremble until finally they practically collapse on top of us… I wish I could say that my first time with Cal was a long, wall-shaking experience .. But instead it went exactly as you can imagine a young man's first time usually goes. A few minutes of impatient humping and he collapsed into my arms. He laid against my breasts, catching his breath and calmly moaning to himself proudly over what he had just done.
While brief, the moment had still incredibly stimulating. I watched while my son fucked me. My legs spread wide, welcoming him in, his lean young body tense and enjoying what I had to offer... A sensation that no hand or even mouth could duplicate, a warm wet pulsating womb begging to be used and filled. I don't know if during that first morning tryst he looked at my heaving chest and clean shaven twat and saw his mother, or just a faceless naked woman (I liked to think it was the former), but when I looked up at him I saw my son happily using his mother's body for a pleasure he'd never experienced before. No I didn't “get mine”, but this moment hadn't been about the sex, or an orgasm, instead it gave me an incredible sense of forbidden satisfaction that I couldn't get any other way!
But I have a surprise for you, while the first time was rather abrupt, it was quickly followed by a much better SECOND time.
As he laid there resting against me, he slyly began suckling at my teat, no permission asked. I placed a hand on the back of his head encouraging him. This went on for several minutes, and I admit, it felt quite good. So my other hand slid along our pressed bodies until it found his erection already hard and hopeful. It was sleek with a combination of cum, vaginal juice and his saliva. I began caressing it. Muffled moans escaped him, but he didn't stop his greedy feeding. I tried tugging on it, pulling him back into me, but he wasn't paying attention, just like a teenager.. Finally I had to be the parent and take charge. I rolled over, pushing him on to his back, throwing a leg across and straddling him. As I sat I was impaled by my son's staff, and I cried out in shocked delight… I have to say I was rather impressed with myself that I did that all in one motion!
I stayed there, eyes closed, just enjoying the feeling of being stuffed. But Cal's hands clawing at my dangling tits caused me to open them and look down at him like an annoyed mother. He kneaded at my chest like… Well, like a boy with his favorite play things. I laughed inside and smiled. I felt his member throb inside me, and my loving smile turned into a wicked grin. I lifted and lowered myself. We both sighed. I did it again, and then again, this time it was I who began my own instinctive rhythm. My body rose and fell with a smooth wave like motion, sliding up and down his smooth fleshy pole. His hands fell to his sides, choosing instead to simply watch his mother's mammories swaying above him like some beautifully taboo show. It felt great, and I wasn't in a hurry. Cal, having already shot a load inside me a mere 15 minutes earlier, wouldn't be close quite yet, so I just slowly bounced like that for awhile. Since the first time was a bit rushed, we didn't have time for dirty talk, this time I wanted to hear the vulgar things inside my head…
“Do you like that sweetheart?” I said in a soft voice. He nodded. “do you like being inside mommy's pussy?”, he nodded again, “honey, say it, please.. I want to hear my son say how much he loves being inside his mommy's pussy.”
“I LOVE IT!” he blurted out, “I love being inside your pussy!”
“and you love when I suck your cock?”
“yes! Yes mom I love when you suck me!”. I placed my hands on his chest, and moved faster.. “I love when you make me cum! It's so much better than when I did it myself!” his words began spewing out of him like a verbal orgasm! “I used to look at you, I used to imagine you naked, I used to imagine these” he said, briefly grabbing my boobs once more, “I used jerk off thinking of you” I was slamming down on his lap, my ass cheeks slapping his waist and thighs, “I used to watch porn, imagining they were you! I thought of saying or doing something about it so many times, I thought of begging you to let me use you just once!”
“and now you can have me whenever you want!” I pressed down on him as hard as I could and grinded back and forth. “You can have your mother whenever you want! Oh yes!” I was close, the feeling of my clit rubbing viciously against his pubes while his cockhead dug into my cervix was wonderful! “Oh god, yes baby! Yes! Oh god! AAHHHH!” and then I came, my son's cock had made me cum! The thought alone was intoxicating!
“oh mom, please don't stop!” he pleaded.
“really Cal? You want to cum again?” I asked seductively.
“Yes please mom!”
I began sliding up and down again, still woozy and in the afterglow of my own climax. He felt amazing inside me, and I realized that I was still extra sensitive, and that I may be able to get there again myself! And God I wanted to! I threw my twat up and down on his prick like I was hammering in a nail! Driving him into me.
“OH GOD!” we both shouted. The bed moved, banging against the wall. I looked at him and we both locked eyes. Neither of us looked away. We didn't need to, we didn't need close our eyes or imagine something else, this right here in front of us was our fantasies come to life, we were experiencing the most erotically satisfying moment in our lives. We yelled out lustful obscenities, our bodies not in control of themselves just puppets of our carnal desires. But still we stared at each other. Our mouths hung open , sweat-formed, words turned to nothing but animalistic screaming, and then as if his orgasm caused mine or mine caused his, we came simultaneously. For a brief ecstatic moment I couldn't hear or see anything, all I could do was feel… feel the trembling of our conjoined bodies vibrating the bed , the feeling of gushing fluids pouring out of both of our loins, and the feeling of my swollen quivering flesh gripping on to his throbbing Young manhood.
I don't know exactly when we finished, but It took a half an hour for us to peel our weakened bodies apart and get out of the bed. We showered together, nothing sexual about it, just a mother sharing a shower with her son, bathing him. Eventually we dressed and I took him to school. I know neither of us could think about anything else the rest of the day. That night , and every night afterwards, we found ourselves sharing a bed together. Wary of the fact that DJ was in the other room asleep, we quietly pleasured each other in the darkness of our family home, as a mother and son creating their own pornographic scenes, and their own insectuous memories. And let me tell you.. The real thing is so much better than porn.
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