She promptly got on all fours, and crawled to follow me. Tell me how much you want your own son’s cock, you filthy, stupid, dirty little whore.
We turned and left, mom somewhat reluctantly, but before we left, I went to the bags lying by the wall, and riffled through them till I found a skimpy halter top buried under the bags, and a pair of short shorts that were probably meant for a 6 year old.
