A few weeks ago I had sex with my Son for the very first time, and it was the most intense orgasm I've ever had. The guilt, the shame, the filth of it all was incredible and it broke my brain. It's all I think about, all I crave. It turned me into a "i" loving nympho and I have been fucking my son constantly since then and it somehow feels better and better each time. Mommy's life is falling apart and I couldn't care less.
Riding my sons dick and my boss us calling, I'm probably fired. Not allowing my son to go to school so we can have "i" sex, I couldn't give a flying fuck. Husband caught me fucking our son, who gives a toss he's a cunt anyway. Rumours spreading round the neighbourhood, Mommy will scream louder! All we need is each other, all we need is "i". We were made for it. Fuck what the rest of the world says about it. All Mommy needs is another fix of her Son's forbidden seed up my greedy Mommy cunt. Mommy loves the idea of an "i" pregnancy, carrying her own Son's inbred little freak. The dirtiest cherry ontop of this filth sundae!