Sleep In For Daddy! 3d Incest Cartoons
Nov 24th, 2007
Sleep In For Daddy
He felt the wondrous, perfumed softness of his mother’s naked
body against his own as her deft hands stripped away his robe, and
a violent electric shock raced through him.
Her hands were caressing his shoulders, his back, and her
breath was sultry against his cheek. Jerry could feel the marvel
of his mother’s rich breasts against his skin, the miracle of her
hard nipples boring into his trembling flesh. He was shaking, and
couldn’t stop, even when her deliciously shaped belly came sliding
to his own, even when the damply torrid and curled silken hairs of
her pubic mound touched his thigh.
All of Jerry’s 3d incest cartoons dreams had turned suddenly,
unbelievably, into stark reality, and the shock of it held him
motionless, turning his muscles weak and his flesh rigid–all
except the traitor limpness of his prick. It hung like a rag,
unable to rise, while the rest of his body quivered in delicious
anticipation.
His mother kissed him lightly and warmly upon the cheek, and
then more hungrily upon the mouth, the feel of her mobile lips
strange and thrilling, but not as much as the swift lancing of her
hot, wet tongue penetrating his unresisting mouth. Her teeth
clashed against his own, and Jerry’s arms came up in reflex to
wrap around Angela’s slim, long body cushioned so excitingly to
him.
He was positioned between his mother’s plush satin thighs,
breathless between the veed loveliness of her slender legs, his
limp, shaft pressed against the enchantment of her gorgeous,
forbidden pussy, taboo no longer, here for him, touching him,
ready for him.
His prick began to lift slowly, and he dared to reach for the
tempting globes of his mothers heavy tits. They came into his
hands, the erectile nipples pink and throbbing against his palms,
the rich mounds textured to his fingers, and Jerry squeezed them
gently.
She took her mouth from his to whisper, “Play with them,
darling; push down the nipples and let them spring up again,
handle my tits all you want. Kiss them and suck them, Jerry;
they’re yours again, just as they used to be when you were a
little baby.”
Jerry kissed the creamy column of her throat, and slid his
mouth questing down to the ripeness of a breast. Lips trembling,
he kissed one of the compelling nipples, then licked questingly
over its beguiling tip. Avidly then, he pulled the pink faucet
into his mouth and sucked blissfully.
