He we go... He excitedly thought.

They kissed hungrily and their tongues began to dance.

Bobby's shaft was crushed against his mom's clit, her little patch of pubic fuzz tickling his crown and the sensitive underside. He thrust his hips a few times, sawing across her engorged nub.

Linda tilted her pelvis, trying to help him into position. The long awkward dong drug past her clit and licked its way down past her gash, pushing against her butt-hole. The drooling helmet prodded and probed, aching for an entrance.

Bobby felt a little hand clutch it by the root, helping it along. After dragging it between the soft moist folds of...