Over a year ago, Emily remembered, Sharon had once remarked that it might be a good idea for parents to occasionally swap sonren. It might show the son, particularly a misbehaving one, that life might not be a bed of roses in another household. As a matter of fact, Sharon had even suggested trying the experiment with Paul and Sharon's son Mark.
Emily thought of Paul's cock, wincing as she remembered how incredibly good it had felt pounding into her cunt. Then she decided to look for Sharon's phone number. Just a few days, she thought, so she could get her willpower back. So she could stop giving her pussy to her own flesh arid blood.
CHAPTER THREE
"Oh, Mark," Sharon said, calling to her son as he passed the open door of her bedroom. "Would you mind coming in here for a minute, please?"
Mark entered his mother's bedroom, blushing slightly as he held the towel around his waist, his wet hair dripping onto his muscled shoulders. She had timed it perfectly. Ever since her late husband had died six months before, Sharon had found herself growing progressively hornier for her handsome son. Now she'd finally decided to seduce bin. She felt as if she couldn't survive another day without tasting the meaty stiffness of her own son's cock.
"What is it?" Mark asked, sounding nervous. "Darling, Mom's back is all sore again," Sharon purred. She was lying naked on her stomach on the bed, the sheets bunched in a false imitation of modesty around her slim hips. "I guess it's just the penalty of carrying around these enormous tits of mine all day. Would you mind giving me another back rub, honey? It would really help me fall asleep."