Mother and son are overheard during their filthy first time at his desk

A mother wants to seduce her son into his first time sex. He makes a mistake when muting his phone call with friends, and they can hear everything. Everything!

- A mother wants to seduce her son into his first dirty sex. He makes a mistake when muting his phone call with friends, and they can hear everything. Every dirty word—every sloppy blowjob—every greedy thrust—EVERYTHING! -

III This story is a sequel to "Small dick son and his prim and proper mother cum and scream having a maniacal first time fuck". For the best experience, read this story first. ^^ Please give me your feedback—it motivates me to keep going! III

Oliver's laughter crackled through Mason's headphones. "Dude, you've been zoning out for like five minutes," Oliver said, his avatar bouncing impatiently on-screen. "Did your mom finally cut the wifi again?"

Mason blinked, his fingers hovering over his keyboard. The Discord call had been running for two hours already—mostly just the usual bullshit about game patches and midterm exams—but his mind kept drifting back to yesterday. He swallowed hard, adjusting his sweatpants under the desk.

"Dude, you're worse than Henry during finals week," Louise's voice crackled through his headset. Somewhere in the background of her mic, a dog barked twice. "Did you even hear Oliver's question?"

Mason blinked cleared his throat. "Sorry. Just... tired." His fingers twitched against his mouse, the cursor jerking erratically across his monitor as he tried to focus. "What—what were we talking about?"

Oliver snorted over the Discord call. "Jesus, Mason, are you even alive in there? I said—" His voice dropped into an exaggerated whisper, "—Henry thinks he met his future wife in League last night."

A loud thump came through Henry's mic, followed by his indignant yelp. "She wasn't in League, dickbag! And she had a real mic, not that robotic girl voice you always fall for."

Louise groaned. "Here we fucking go again." The sharp clack of her keyboard punctuated each word. "Henry, I swear to god, if this is another '18/f/cali' situation."

Mason's forced a laugh. "Come on, dude. You really think some random girl is your future wife. Bet you fifty bucks she's a dude named Greg with a flashlight."

Henry's indignant screech peaked through Mason's headphones. "Fuck you, Mason, she sent pictures!" Just than the door behind him creaked open.

A buttoned-up cardigan stretched taut across Sophia's curves as she paused in the doorway, watching Mason's oblivious silhouette hunched over his gaming setup. The dark blue fabric clung to her with no bra underneath, just the soft swell of her breasts straining the tiny plastic buttons with each step. She smoothed a hand down the snug material, feeling the way it accentuated her waist before flaring slightly over her hips. The neckline plunged just enough to tease the shadowed cleft between her breasts.

The thick carpet swallowed her footfalls as she approached his gaming chair. In Mason's headphones, Louise's voice squawked something about Henry's imaginary girlfriend. His mother's fingers curled around the backrest as she leaned down, her cardigan riding up a tiny bit. She pressed her lips lightly to Mason's cheekbone.

Mason flinched so hard his knee slammed into the desk, sending his energy can wobbling dangerously close to the keyboard. His head whipped around to see that Sophia’s lips were still hovering centimeters from his cheek, her dark eyes magnified behind those thick-framed glasses.

On Discord, Oliver’s voice crackled. "Dude, what the hell was that noise? You good?"

Mason’s throat tightened as he fumbled with his headset mic. "Uh... yeah, I’m good. Just my mom," he muttered.

Sophia’s lips curled into a slow smile against his cheek. "Sweetheart," she murmured, just loud enough for the mic to catch, "do you have a moment for me?"

Henry’s laugh exploded through Mason’s headphones. “Sweetheart?!” His voice pitched high in mockery. “Dude, your mom still calls you that? Are you fucking twelve?”

Louise’s cackled through the speakers. Her impression was shrill: "Mommy’s sweetheart needs his chicken nuggets!"

Mason’s pulse hammered in his throat as Sophia’s fingers trailed down to his shoulder. “I... just...” He swallowed hard, fumbling for his headset. “Gimme a sec, guys.” His hand trembled as he lifted the headset off.

Mason's fingers trembled as he reached for the headset's mute button, but in his haste, he jabbed at it twice. The tiny LED that usually switched from green to red flickered erratically before staying green. Unbeknownst to him, the mic remained live, broadcasting every sound in his room directly to his waiting friends.

Sophia’s fingertips traced idle patterns across Mason’s chest through his thin t-shirt “Sweetheart,” she murmured, her breath warm against his ear, “are you feeling a bit better today than yesterday?” Her voice was honey-thick with concern. It sounded the same way she’d used when he was younger and feverish, but now it pooled low in his belly.

Mason's breath hitched as Sophia's fingers trailed lower, skimming the hem of his t-shirt where it met the waistband of his sweatpants. "Y-yeah," he stammered, his voice shaky. "You... helped a lot. Yesterday Mom." The words tumbled out fast, his throat tight with the memory of her mouth, her hands, the wet heat between her thighs.

With deliberate slowness, she circled his gaming chair like a predator sizing up prey. The carpet muffling her footsteps and the reflection from his monitors glints off the multitude of small plastic buttons of her cardigan. Sophia paused directly in front of him, wedging herself between the desk and his spread knees.

Sophia's fingertip traced a slow path down Mason's chest, the thin fabric of his t-shirt catching slightly under her nail. She watched his breathing quicken as she dragged downward, over the faint ridges of his ribs, across the trembling flat of his stomach. When her finger hooked into the waistband of his sweatpants. Mason's entire body tensed.

"Mmm," Sophia hummed, lips curling as she applied just enough pressure to make the elastic stretch. "But mommy thinks..." Her finger dipped beneath the fabric, teasing along the sensitive skin just below his navel. "...we should make sure it lasts."

Oliver's keyboard clattered to a dead stop. Louise's drink sprayed across her mic with a wet splatter. Henry's chair squeaked violently as he jerked forward. All three froze as the word "mommy" slithered through their headphones.

Mason nodded, whimpering softly as Sophia's finger slipped deeper beneath his waistband. His hands trembled where they gripped after the armrests of his gaming chair.

Sophia’s fingers curled into the waistband of Mason’s sweatpants and tugged them downward in one smooth motion. The fabric pooled around his ankles with a whisper, leaving him exposed in just his thin white briefs, already tented obscenely at the front.

"Oh... Sweetheart," she murmured, kneeling gracefully between his spread knees. She settled beneath the desk, her dark blue buttoned cardigan brushing against his bare thighs. Her fingers hooked into the elastic of his briefs next, peeling them down with deliberate slowness until his small, stiff cock sprang free.

Mason whimpered, his hands scrabbling against the armrests as Sophia’s fingers closed around his length. Her thumb traced the underside. It was so short she could cradle his entire shaft in her palm. Her lips curved into a slow, knowing smile.

Sophia's dark eyes flicking up to meet his through the gap between his knees. "You told me yesterday," she murmured, her breath warm against his inner thigh, "how much you wished I'd sit under your desk like this." Her fingertip circled the flushed head.

Mason's breath shuddered out in a warm rush as he stared down at Sophia. The sight of her kneeling there with her prim cardigan stretched tight across her curves and this motherly eyes behind her glasses sent an electric jolt through his whole body.

"You're so beautiful like this," he whispered, fingers tightening on the armrests. His voice cracked with sincerity and not just arousal. It was something deeper that made Sophia's fingers stutter around his cock.

The Discord call erupted into chaos. Louise's mic peaked with static as she gasped, "What the actual fuck?!" Her voice trembled between horrified fascination and disbelief.

"No. No fucking way," Oliver whispered, his usual sarcasm evaporated into raw shock. "Tell me I hallucinated that."

A warmth bloomed in Sophias chest, spreading outward until it tingled in her fingertips. Maternal instinct and something far less proper tangled together as she began stroking Mason with slow, deliberate motions.

Sophia's thumb circled Mason's flushed tip with agonizing slowness, her fingers tightening just enough to make his hips jerk. "Look at you," she murmured, her breath hot against his inner thigh as she studied his twitching length. Her glasses slid down her nose slightly as she leaned closer. "I think..." She squeezed experimentally, watching his toes curl against the carpet. "Hmm. Yes, I'm almost certain."

Mason whimpered as Sophia's grip tightened fractionally, her thumb pressing into the sensitive slit. "W-what?" His voice cracked embarrassingly high.

"Your little penis," Sophia mused. "It feels..." Her lips curved as she gave another slow pump. "...bigger than yesterday. Just a bit." The lie rolled off her tongue effortlessly, coated in maternal sweetness. "Maybe half an inch?"

Mason's breath hitched. "Really?" The word came out cracked with desperate hope. Then, softer: "I'll... I'll than growed just for you, Mom."

Henry exploded in his mic, his breathing ragged through the speakers. "Wait! Wait...wait..." His voice cracked like a pubescent boy's, jumping octaves between words. "Mason, dude! Guys tell me this is some fucked-up roleplay with a girl he didn't tell us about. Tell me that isn't actually his mom."

Oliver's fingers clawed at his headset, pressing it tighter against his ears as if that could somehow change what he was hearing. "Henry," he whispered, his voice strangled with dawning horror. "That's... that's definitely his mom. I'd know that voice anywhere."

Sophia's lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile as Mason's hips jerked upward into her grip. The desperate hope in his voice sent a delicious thrill through her. "Mmm, yes," she murmured, watching his face contort with pleasure as she picked up her rhythm. "See how nicely it fills my hand now?"

Mason stared down at Sophia's hands. The veins stood out faintly beneath her skin, the same hands that had bandaged his scraped knees and tucked him in at night. Now they moved with slow expertise, her thumb circling the tip in a way that made him shudder. "It... fits perfect," he breathed, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. "Like you were made to hold me mom."

Sophia's fingers tightened around Mason's cock with a possessive squeeze. "Mommy wasn't just made to hold you." Her dark eyes flicked up through her glasses, watching his face crumple with pleasure. "I was made to worship every inch of you."

Her tongue darted out, pressing flat against the underside of his shaft in one, wet stroke from base to tip. The sudden heat made Mason jerk violently, his knees knocking against the desk as Sophia hummed approvingly. "Let me take care of you." The last word dissolved into a moan as she finally took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his modest length.

Sophia's lips stretched effortlessly around Mason, her tongue pressing flat against the underside as she took him deep with one smooth motion. His entire shaft disappeared into the wet heat of her mouth with room to spare.

The wet, rhythmic sounds of Sophia's lips sliding along Mason's shaft filled the room, punctuated by his choked moans and the occasional creak of his gaming chair. Mason's fingers tangled in Sophia's dark hair as she bobbed hungrily between his thighs, her glasses pressing cold against his bare stomach with each forward lunge.

"Mom... your mouth," Mason gasped, his head falling back against the headrest. Sophia hummed in approval. "God, those lips... those perfect fucking lips."

Henry's breath hitched in Mason's headphones. "No. No fucking way," his voice cracking. "He get's.. a blowjob. A Blowjob from his fucking MOTHER!"

A slow flush crept up Louise's neck. It was part horror, part something far more unsettling. "Okay," she breathed into her mic, voice trembling between disbelief and reluctant arousal. "This is... kinda hot. Like, fucking weird hot." She swallowed hard. "But also, Mason, what the actual fuck?"

Sophia’s lips stretched obscenely wide around Mason’s small dick. Not from necessity, but from theatrical exaggeration. She hollowed her cheeks dramatically, slurping wetly as her tongue flicked rapid circles. "So sweet and perfect sized, just for me." Between wet sucking the words dripped with maternal affection.

Mason's fingers twisted in Sophia's hair as his hips bucked wildly, the orgasm coiling tight at the base of his spine. "Mom... I'm gonna—" His warning cut off in a choked gasp as Sophia's lips popped free with an obscene wet sound, leaving him twitching and exposed in the cool air.

Sophia's dark eyes gleamed behind her glasses as she wiped her glistening lips with the sleeve of her buttoned cardigan. "Not yet, sweetheart," she murmured with maternal chastisement. She wedged herself awkwardly between Mason's spread knees and the desk as she struggled for space in the cramped gap.

With a soft grunt of effort, Sophia hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her loose pants and the black lace beneath. She arched her hips off the carpet to shimmy both garments down past her thighs in one motion. The fabric pooled around her ankles, leaving her lower half fully exposed.

As she stands up Mason's breath hitched at the sight of Sophia's thick black bush glistening with arousal just inches from his knees. "Tell me," she murmured, her voice dripping with raw hunger. Her glasses slid down her nose slightly as she tilted her head. "How much does my sweet boy want his mommy right now?" One of her hands trailed down the front of her cardigan, fingers lingering over the buttons, while the other brushed teasingly through her wiry curls.

Mason's fingers trembled against her sides, tracing the contours where the buttoned cardigan clung to her hips. "I can't think of anything..." he whispered with all of his honesty, "anything I ever wanted more in my whole life." His thumbs hooked into the cardigan's hem, tugging her gently towards him.

Sophia's thighs pressed left and right against Mason's as she settled onto his lap, the gaming chair groaning under their combined weight. She straddled him completely with her knees hooked over his thighs, her bare feet planted on the carpet. His small cock twitched against her pussy curls as she adjusted her weight.

Sophia’s fingers trailed up Mason’s cheek gently, her thumb catching on his lower lip. "Not your hot secretary today," she murmured, as she pressed his lower lip slowly down to make his teeth peek through. "You’d like that even more, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?"

Mason hissed through his teeth as his index finger traced the neat row of plastic buttons down Sophia's cardigan. The contrast between her prim, motherly appearance and the raw heat of her bare thighs straddling him sent electricity crackling along his spine. "Fuck," he breathed, his finger pausing at the last button just above her pubic curls. "The well-behaved 'just-mom' look might be my new favorite."

Henry's breathing turned ragged through the headphones. "Yeah, I'm officially fucked up because this is..." He swallowed hard before his confession. "That prim little buttoned-up thing she's got going? Fucking lethal."

A wet sound crackled through Louise's mic as her tongue darting out to wet her lips. She let out a tiny agreeing gasp. Oliver's chair squeaked violently as he leaned closer to his mic. "Are you both out of your goddamn minds?! That's Mason's actual mother!"

Sophia's fingers curled around Mason's cock, before guiding his tip through her dense black curls. She watched his eyes flutter as his modest length disappeared into her folds again and again. "I like that you want me like this," she murmured, her voice thick with maternal affection and raw lust. "Just your own mom."

Sophia's fingers tightened around Mason's cock. "Tell me," she breathed, her voice dropping as she leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. "Do you want mommy to ride you?" Her teeth grazed his earlobe, sharp enough to make him gasp.

Mason's fingers dug into Sophia's hips hard enough to leave marks beneath her cardigan. His entire body trembled from the need to bury himself inside her right fucking now. "Mom," he gasped, his cock sliding messily through her bush with each frantic thrust of his hips. "Need to fuck you so bad..."

Sophia shifted forward on his lap as she guided his twitching cock toward her slick entrance. The head caught briefly against her wiry curls before slipping effortlessly into her soaked folds. A choked gasp escaped Mason's lips as his entire tiny length disappeared inside—swallowed whole by her motherly heat.

"F-fuck... OH FUCK..." His fingers dug into her hips. Sophia moaned in approval, dark eyes fluttering shut behind her glasses as she seated herself fully.

Sophia grabbed Mason's shoulders and pulled him upright against her chest. His face pressed against her neck as she wrapped her arms around him. "Shhh, baby," she whispered against his ear, rocking gently to let him adjust.

Sophia began riding him with slow, deliberate movements. Rolling her hips in smooth circles that made every inch of his small cock drag against her inner walls. The gaming chair groaned beneath them, punctuated by Mason's ragged breathing against her throat. "It's so right," she murmured into his ear. "Your first time belongs to mommy." Her lips pressed against his in a kiss that tasted dangerously close to love.

Sophia's fingers pressed his face deeper against her chest as her hips began moving faster. The wet slap of skin against skin filled the room with each shallow thrust. "Oh my God... we're having sex, sweetheart..." she murmured filthy against the shell of his ear.

Mason's fingers clawed at her back in the cardigan as he gasped against her throat. "Mom... god... your pussy is eating me..." The words dissolved into a whimper.

Louise's fingernails dug into her desk as the unmistakable wet slap of skin-on-skin contact echoed through her headphones. "Oh fuck," she whispered, her thighs clamping together involuntarily. "Oh my God, he's inside her..." Her voice moaned shallow.

"Surely... yes...," Henry whispered, his hand sliding guiltily beneath his waistband. His fingers wrapped around his own erection. Henry's hips bucked into his fist, his breath coming in ragged pants that fed back into his mic. "She sounds like a fucking pornstar," he choked out.

Oliver's swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry as the wet, rhythmic sounds of Sophia riding Mason pulsed through his speakers. "She... she really does look like a Milf." The admission tasted bitter on his tongue, but he couldn't stop the words. "I ran into her and Mason at the store last week."

Sophia’s hands shoved Mason backward, his shoulders leaning against the chair’s backrest again. She leans back herself and places her arms back against the desk. "Watch me," Sophia panted, her fingers curling around the desk's edge for leverage. Her hips lifted slightly before slamming back down. She began riding him in earnest. The gaming chair’s wheels skidded backward an inch with each thrust, its plastic frame groaning under their combined weight.

Mason’s gaze locked onto the way her breasts swayed beneath the cardigan, the stiff peaks of her nipples visibly dragging against the dark blue fabric. "Unbutton it for me," His voice cracked as she lifted almost entirely off his cock only to slam back down. "Wanna see... wanna see your tits bouncing while you ride me."

Sophia's breath came in ragged gasps, her thighs trembling with exertion as she rode Mason's lap. Sweat gathered and tiny damp patches forming beneath her arms which darkened the fabric. With deliberate slowness, she lifted one hand from the desk's edge and brought it to the topmost button of her cardigan. Her fingers lingered there, tracing the small plastic disk teasingly while watching Mason's gaze fixate.

"These... little buttons," she panted between thrusts, popping the first one free. "Always... so... fiddly..." Each word punctuated by another button undone. It was a slow, torturous progress downward while her hips maintained their relentless rhythm.

Mason whimpered as Sophia's unbuttoned herself for him, the cardigan gaping wider with each freed button. When she reached the midpoint of her torso, Sophia paused. The cardigan hanging open just enough to reveal the swell of her breasts without fully exposing them.

Sophia's fingers curled beneath the half-open cardigan, her hands caressing lightly over the soft undersides of her breasts before gripping firmly. She pulled her sagging tits free. The weight of them swaying heavily before settling into a wild bounce with each downward thrust onto Mason's lap. Her nipples, long and dark, stood rigid against the air of Mason's room.

The sag of age only made their movement more obscene. Tthey swayed wide before snapping upward when she slammed back onto his cock. Mason's hands trembled as he reached up. "Oh fuck," he choked out, hands finally cupping the full weight of them. Sophia's breath hitched when his thumbs circled her stiff peaks, her hips stuttering mid-thrust.

Mason squeezed Sophia's nipples once between trembling fingertips before letting go entirely. The sudden pressure made her gasp, her hips jerking forward involuntarily. "Mom, please," he begged, voice cracking as he watched her breasts sway wildly with each thrust. "Fuck me harder... Let them bounce."

Sophia's face flushed crimson, her glasses slipping down her sweat-slicked nose now hanging infront of her mouth as she pistoned her hips even faster. Her breasts swinging wildly with each desperate plunge onto his cock. "F-fuck," she gasped, her voice cracking as fingers scrambled against the desk, barely left with the strength to support herself. "Haven't... ridden anyone... like this since... i was a teen!"

"You're so much hotter than any fucking teen," Mason moaned, his fingers digging into Sophia's hips as she rode him with desperate abandon. His voice hoarse with the strain of holding back his orgasm.

Sophia threw her weight forward with a desperate groan, thighs burning as she tried to maintain rhythm while the chair's wheels skidded another inch backward. Her fingers scrambled against the desk edge as the gap between her and Mason widened dangerously. "F-fuck!" The plastic frame creaked ominously beneath them when she slammed down particularly hard, sending her glasses flying.

The Discord call had gone deathly silent, except for the ragged breathing, the occasional wet sound of fingers moving between thighs, and Louise’s breathless whisper: "God, I wish that were me... and my mom..." Her admission hung in the air like a confession, half-guilt and half-desperation. Henry’s breathing was pure static, his moans muffled as if he’d shoved his own hand into his mouth to stifle them.

Mason felt Sophia's thighs trembling as her rhythm faltered. Mason tightened his grip on her hips and surged upward, chair screeching backward as he rose to his feet. His mother's hairy pussy still clutching desperately around him.

Sophia gasped as Mason lifted her lower body, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Her upper body fell backward and slapped onto his desk and keyboard, the sagging breasts bouncing wildly with the impact.

His mother's arms flailed, scattering papers and knocking down his mouse before she grabbed the desk's edge for stability. The back of her head pressed against his monitor, her dark hair splayed across the keyboard as she stared up at him.

Mason's arms trembled with the effort of holding Sophia's hips aloft as he hammered inside her with short, frantic thrusts. "You're forbidden gorgeous." Mason gasped, his fingers digging into Sophia's sweat-slicked hips as he pounded into her atop the desk.

Sophia's thighs clamped around Mason's waist and her entire body trembled from exertion. "Don't you dare drop me," she gasped, her voice desperate. "Hold me up and fuck mommy's brains out, Mason!"

Mason's hips pistoned with a frenetic, almost desperate rhythm, his small cock plunging into Sophia's hairy pussy. His thighs burned from the effort, muscles trembling as he held her up. "I'm gonna cum all inside you. I'm gonna pump my cum so hard inside you, mom...."

Sophia's hips twitching upward to meet his frantic pace. "All those years... making your lunches... helping with homework..." She moaned out breathless and unhinged as Mason's cock starts twitching dangerously inside her. "And now you're gonna... AH!... breed me up right here on your desk."

Sophia grimaces with lust and clenches her lower body, as Mason's cock pistoned into her with desperate urgency. "Cum inside your boring old mom," she begged, greedy and hoarse. "Fill me up while I'm still wearing my little cardigan, which I'll wear later when I serve Grandma and Grandpa their coffee.."

Mason's entire body locked up violently. His thighs are quaking and his fingers digging deep into Sophia's hips as his cock pulsed inside her. A ragged, animalistic sound tore from his throat as his orgasm hit like a freight train. Sophia moaned pleased as she felt the first hot spurt flood her dirty hole.

Mason’s eyes rolled back, his lips parting in a silent scream as his hips stuttered against Sophia’s. "I-it wont stop," he gasped, his voice breaking under the pleasure. "You earned every drop, mom... oh God..." His cock twitched violently inside her, each pulse drawing out another thick strand of cum.

Sophia uncontrolled stretched her legs out, her toes curling wildly as. "Ohhh sweetheart yes," she gasped. Her thighs trembled around his hips, squeezing tighter as if she could milk out every last drop. "God, you really filled me up, Mason..."

Mason's arms gave out the moment the last pulse of his orgasm faded, his trembling fingers slipping from Sophia's sweat-slicked hips. She slid down his body. Sophia landed on the carpet with a soft thump, her legs splaying wide and framed the hairy, glistening mess between them. A thick stream of semen oozed from her stretched entrance, dripping onto the floor.

Louise's scream tore through her mic as her thighs clamped around the fingers pressed against her clit. Her orgasm ripped through her body in violent waves. "Oh GOD! MOM—" she shrieked into her mic before slamming the mute button with trembling fingers, her chest heaving as aftershocks pulsed between her legs.

Henry's breath came in ragged pants just before his cum arcing in thick ropes across his desk, splattering against his monitor with wet splats. He fumbled blindly for his mouse, clicking mute button with sticky fingers before collapsing back into his chair. Oliver came violently up onto his own shirt, the fabric soaking through instantly as his hips bucked against nothing. His hand slapped down on the mute button just as a strangled gasp escaped his lips.

Sophia blinked up at Mason from the carpet. The flush hadn't faded from her cheeks, if anything, it deepened as she watched cum drip slowly onto the floor. She pursed her lips in an exaggerated pout. "Kiss for mommy?" she murmured.

Mason swayed slightly, still catching his breath, before sinking to his knees beside her. He leaned in and his lips brushed Sophia's with a tenderness that made her chest ache. When they parted, her thumb traced the curve of his lower lip. "My Mason," she whispered motherly.

His hands trembled against her cheek. "Mom, I... I love you so much it hurts." The confession tumbled out raw and unguarded, his eyes wide with the terrifying weight of its truth.

"I know, you made real love with me..." she whispered back. Her lashes fluttered shut as she leaned in made Mason's pulse stutter. Their lips met softly, lingering just long enough for him to taste her salvia.

Sophia exhaled against Mason's lips. "Baby," she murmured, "I have to go back to the kitchen now." Her hips shifted slightly on the carpet, a fresh trickle of his cum seeping between her thighs as she moved. "Grandma and Grandpa are coming over for coffee in an hour."