Her fingers and hands were driven purely by lust, lust for her own teenage son at that. Her eyes grew wide at the sight before her eyes. Porn Eric’s hand picked up speed, and Sara’s did in turn. She glanced down, half-surprised to see that they were hers. She shook her head, trying to tell herself that this was wrong, but down they went. Sara tentatively reached over and brushed her fingers along his hip through the thin sheet covering his body, but all she received was a tired mutter in response. It was 3:00 AM, already far too late to stay up teasing. Moving down the hallway almost in a daze of lust and sexual frustration, Sara had the kitchen in mind. Her jaw dropped as she took it all in, practically licking
