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Curse | phatmoney | 22

 

Confused, horney and scared out of his mind, Scooter steps into the room, pushing the door wide open.

The face in the pillow monster smiles an evil grin as it pulls it's fleshy cock out of Christina's mouth. It is then that she finally sees what's happening as scooter approaches the bed.

"Y-you mean I get to fuck her? I can?" Scooter stammers.

The evil entity laughs with a wicked raspy echo. "hah, of course little man. Step up to the plate and bat a home run!" The cock in the bed goes away, slithering back into the mattress and disappearing for the time being. The sheets come alive and pull at Chritina's legs until she's spread wide open for her son as he crawls onto the bed.

The face disappears and the pillow creature positions her head up so she can watch as her son pulls down his boxers to reveal his hard-on.

His mother's eyes go wide with horror "oh god! no this can't be happening. Please what ever you are, you can take me but don't make my son do this... we.. we can't!"

With a laugh the entity speaks again from some unseen place
"ohh i bet you can bitch, but don't give me all the credit. Your little guy here wants to fuck his mother's wet pussy all on his own... I hardly have to coax him at all actually."

Scooter knows that this is real. As he presses his cock head against his mother's pussy he can feel her wetness, he can feel her heat, and he feels himself savoring it all.

His cock pushes against her opening and she can feel him just holding it there. The feeling of her son's big head almost insider her makes her drip all over his cock like a mini orgasm. She can only moan and beg him with her eyes as though the words were the only thing she couldn't give.

Scooter could feel his mother's juices run down his shaft, betraying her desires as though she were not being forced at all but restrained from fucking him herself!

"p-please... don't" She finally spoke "I know things have been crazy, but you... we... just can't do this. I'm your mother. Scooter I love you."

He looked up at her as if broken from the trance to stare into her eyes.

There he saw the scene for what it was. His cock pressed firmly on his mother's pussy, on the brink of fucking her. She may have been a smoking hot milf with huge breasts and a perfect body but this was his mother!

"Mom?"

 

They do it? What about the entity?


          He doesn't get a choice!

 
 
 

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