"Oh!" she yelped. But the tone of the single syllable was hardly one of distress. Darlene had instinctively jumped away from the smack when it landed but then pushed her ass right back out, silently giving her approval.
James got the message and he landed another stinging slap on the other cheek. "How long have you had these filthy thoughts about your son, Mom?" he demanded of her. "How long have you been wanting to suck my stiff c**k?" He punctuated the question with another smack on the first pink spot on Darlene's ass.
She groaned as the slap--coupled with her son's assertive, nasty language--shot a bolt of electricity to her cunt.
"I... I don't know! A long time!" she answered. "Since... since your father's been gone maybe."
He smacked her other cheek and demanded, "And have you be
