My son Manuel

“Fuck me now Baby” she whimpered, “I can’t take it any more!”

Manuel winked at me, and stood up, rolling her over onto her knees with one strong motion. I watched with approval as he grabbed a condom from his bedside table, tore open the wrapper, and unrolled it down onto his glistening penis. As I stood there, I unbuttoned my shirt and unsnapped my brassier, setting my breasts free. I have always secretly felt that my breasts were my best asset; large and well shaped, and even if they weren’t as perky as they had been twenty years ago, I still thought they looked pretty nice.

Manuel slapped her hard on her pale butt, leaving a raised, red imprint of his hand. I would have yelped out loud at that, but she just moaned and thrust her rump up in the air like a cat in heat. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was from just watching them together. Manuel positioned his condom-sheathed penis at her entrance, and looking over at me, he mouthed the words “I love you.” Then he easily slipped his long cock into her pussy.