Concerns

However, her reminder had made his blood run cold. The rest of his family would be back soon. They could have walked in as he was fucking his mom! If he had tried to deal with that without the helmet on...

"Could you get your ass in here and give me a hand?" his mother called from the kitchen. "I'm fucking late thanks to you insisting we watch a motherfucking show."

James walked into the kitchen to find his mom puttering about in an apron and nothing else. It took a monumental act of will to not bend her over the counter so he could stick his dick into her. 'I have to hold out until it's safe. Just a bit longer... just a bit longer and I can have my fun.' "Sure mom," he replied, doing his best to sound casual.

For the next few minutes, she directed him around the room. It was actually a bit awkward naked; he understood why she had on an apron. The whole time, he kept an ear open for the sound of keys in the door. Her ass continued to tempt him, especially when she bent over to put things in the oven. She was perfectly positioned , presenting her cunt for him to slide right in...

'I must not fuck her until I deal with dad and Suzanne,' he kept repeating in his head. Unfortunately, that just brought to mind an image of his sister equally naked, which only made his dick harder and made him want to shove it into his mother more.