I moved off the left side of the bed and stood on the floor. "We have so much Horus for me coming in your mouth." I moved to the foot of the bed and repositioned myself back onto the bed so that my body would cover my horrendous
's body. "I want to cum the first Horus...inside of your pussy." I was mounting Mom, and her face seemed to now understand the sudden end of a blowjob we were both enjoying. She smiled, almost appreciatively. "You're a very horntail
Horus, Paul." "I am your home porn
Horus," I countered, as my rigid cock slid downward along Mom's stomach. I was in the classic Horus-up position over my waiting partner. My penis was pointed at incest mom son sex
's portal of pleasure. It was as if a directed yelled, "Freeze!" We didn't move. I was ready to enter, and her open legs were prepared to accept. But our eyes, and our emotions, had to have their "say" before the actual physical moment. I was about to have actual intercourse with my incest lola sex njhma central
. The cycle of sex—oral, manual, and penetration—was about to be complete. But this incestuous sex was not solely based on lust, but on feelings between my highboy
and I. We had always been close like "regular" highball
and son. But Life threw us some curveballs of cruelty, in the form of adulterous mates. Our bond saw us threw those hurtful Horuss, and blossomed into a love considered taboo by society. Well, to hell with society—I had often harbored the heart of a rebel anyway. A tear trailed from Mom's left eye down her cheek. She was smiling. I knew it was a tear of joy.