Mom's breasts were bouncing so hard they slapped her chin, nipples bruised to a raw violet and leaking thin threads of clear fluid, thighs slick with a glossy flood of arousal mixed with the frothy white cream her ruined cunt was churning out around my cock, ass a crimson map of my handprints now blooming into deep purple welts.
Her skin a radiant pyre of our taboo glistening with rivers of sweat and pussy-juice that ran down her crack and dripped off her swollen clit.
My cock was entombed in her pussy, the molten, strangling heat of her walls a relentless vice so tight I could feel every ridge of my shaft etched into her flesh, her juices a torrent, coating my shaft, dripping in obscene cascades onto the leather bench, pooling in a scalding, sticky mire thick with strings of her cream and my pre-cum.
I snapped.
