Foreword
Marsha stood before the young man in her black leather bra and her boots. Her hairy, sexy cunt was bare so that he could see just how good her pussy really was.
The room they were in was covered with leather and the young man and the older, sexy woman sniffed that aroma together as they looked at each other and waited for the fucking to start.
Before it could start, she had to tell the young man the whole truth.
"I come into this leather room and put on this leather outfit and play with myself. I fuck myself with this leather rod. I use it as if it were a cock, your cock."
The young man laughed because he knew a compliment when he heard it.
And Marsha knew that she was telling the man the truth. She knew that she wanted this young man who was hardly more than a boy. She wanted him to fuck her. She had dreamed about his big cock going in and out of her pussy time and time again.
It did not matter to her that some would consider sex with this young man perverted.
It did not matter to her that he was her son.
The blonde opened her legs and ran her fingers over her hairy twat.
"Fuck me, Jeff," she moaned. "I want you to fuck my pussy, my son and make me feel so good."