1. Policewomen 2: Trina and Son


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    far too short and precious to not show someone how you feel.” “I know and I love you too,” Richie agreed. “Things will change for us. They’ll be so much better now. You and I will be like this, like lovers. Are you ready?” “Yes.” “Good. Now cum inside me, I don’t care how long you last – 30 seconds, or 30 minutes. I need you to fill me up, Richie.” Richie gulped and nodded. “Keep eye contact, don’t look away,” Trina said, grabbing his face once more. Using her powerful leg muscles, she slowly squatted up and down on Richie’s cock, maintaining eye contact. “Yes,” Richie whispered, holding his mother as she squat up and down on him. “That’s it baby, let it come,” Trina said, biting her bottom lip. “I’ve wanted this, for so long,” Richie managed to say. “I know. I know you stopped watching me, spying on me, but now,” Trina kept going, up and down. “I’m yours!” “Yes!” he cried out. “Cum in me!” Trina said, her own orgasm approaching. She placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as she bounced up and down. Her legs were tiring, but she wasn’t going to stop until he came inside her. Her own orgasm was closer now than before – the pleasure of this taboo act overcoming her. “Mom!” Richie exclaimed, grabbing her face. “Yes! Yes baby!” She cried back. They were both cumming. She impaled herself on his dick one last time, her body tense, her spine electrified, her legs a wobbly mess. Richie moaned, filling her womb with his seed. She collapsed in his arms, resting her head ...
    on his shoulder, a smile on her face. She had done it. They crossed the line, never looking back, on this mom and son camping trip. Chapter 12 – Pursuit The helicopters woke Derrick. He crawled to his feet and kept moving. He couldn’t get found by them while they put out the fires. He had to find Trina and her son – his rage overcoming him. The rainstorm slowed him down during the night. He kept going, stumbling, limping onward. Derrick’s assumption was Trina and Richie would head back to their camp. He saw them head in that direction. If he could get there before or when they do, he could ambush them. With three bullets left in his revolver he kept going. As dawn approached, Derrick’s leg killing him, he paused for a moment. He look around seeing a large rock overhang in the distance. Limping by it he saw a t-shirt in the small cave area. Derrick recognized it. It belonged to the younger guy he beat up and threw into the meth lab to choke on fumes. He threw the shirt down and kept going in the direction of their camp. ** Trina and her son were moving slow too. Richie was better though, his breathing was easier. He was wearing shorts, his mother still nude, as they cross streams and wilderness, hoping they were still heading in the direction of the waterfall. They stopped a few times and rested. Trina swallowed his semen for nourishment. An hour later, Richie pinned her against a tree, ramming into her from behind. Trina came easily then. She loved being out in the woods, ...
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