"Not your ass?" he questioned, as if reading my mind.

I surrendered and gave him all the power, in case he didn't already realize he had it, "All three of Mommy's fuck holes and cum catchers are open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, son."

"Oh yes," he groaned, still hammering away at my cunt, my own orgasm rising.

"Can Mommy ride you, son?" I asked, wanting to bounce on his cock like it was one of those dildo trampoline rides. (What, you've never seen one?)

"Sure," he nodded, pulling out.

He quickly moved to the couch, sat down and I just as quickly, like the bitch in...