Porno time.

Your fingers flew across the keyboard, typing in the familiar URL of the porn site you had visited yesterday. The laptop's screen flickered to life, casting a pale glow over the bedroom. You felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a dash of guilt as the site's homepage loaded, filling the screen with explicit images and tantalizing headlines. Your eyes scanned the page, searching for something that would match the fantasy that had played out in your mind just moments before.

As you scrolled through the site, your heart rate quickened, and your skin felt warm and flushed, as you fell across a video that caught your eye. "40 year old Milf first BBC" Oh god, you knew this was probably far worse than yesterdays video, but, you needed to sort yourself out, and this might just be how.

Your eyes locked onto the screen as the video began to play, the sound of muted moans and rustling fabric filling the room. You felt a shiver run down your spine as the woman on screen, a MILF with a familiar air about her, began to undress. Her body was curvy and inviting, and you couldn't help but think of Jamie as you watched her.

Your hand drifted down to your crotch once more, this time without hesitation. You began to rub yourself through the fabric of your mother's jeans, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through your body. The woman on screen was now on her knees, taking a large black cock into her mouth.

As you watched the woman on screen, your eyes became fixated on the large black cock that filled her mouth. You couldn't help but admire its size and girth, the way it seemed to stretch her lips to their limits. Your hand, still rubbing against the fabric of your mother's jeans, moved in time with the woman's bobbing head, as if trying to mimic the motion. The friction was building, and you could feel your orgasm approaching, but you didn't want to come yet, not until you'd seen more.

As the woman on screen continued to suck the cock, you felt your own arousal spike, and your hand moved more urgently against the fabric of your mother's jeans. You closed your eyes, imagining that it was Jamie's cock, and the woman was you, his dark skin a stark contrast to the pale flesh of your. You pictured Jamie's face, his eyes closed in ecstasy, his mouth slightly open as he moaned in pleasure.

Your fingers pressed harder against your crotch, the friction building to a fever pitch as you imagined Jamie's hands on your mother's body, his fingers tracing the curves of her waist, his thumbs brushing against her nipples.

As the fantasy played out in your mind, you felt your body tense up, your muscles coiled with anticipation. Your fingers pressed harder against the fabric of your mother's jeans, the friction building to a near-unbearable level. Suddenly, you opened your eyes, and the woman on screen came back into focus. She was now on her back, her legs spread wide as the man entered her. The sound of their moans and the slapping of their skin filled the room, and you felt your heart rate quicken.

Your gaze was fixed on the screen, your eyes drinking in every detail of the scene unfolding before you. The woman's breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and erect. The huge cock kept vanishing inside her.

As you watched the man's cock slide in and out of the woman's body, you felt a pang of desire in your chest. You wished it was inside you, filling you up and making you feel whole. Your eyes were glued to the screen, your gaze fixed on the point where the man's body met the woman's. You could feel your heart beating faster, your breath coming in short gasps. Your hand, still pressed against the fabric of your mother's jeans, began to move again, this time with a sense of urgency. You were getting close, you could feel it.

The woman on screen was moaning now, her voice rising to a crescendo as the man pounded into her.

With a final, **** thrust, the man on screen stiffened, his body tensing as he released himself inside the woman. The sound of his orgasm, the sight of his pleasure, sent you over the edge. Your own orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing over you with a **** that left you breathless. Your fingers pressed hard against the fabric of your mother's jeans, your body shuddering with the intensity of your release.

As the woman on screen let out a final, satisfied moan, you pulled your hand away from your crotch, your body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. As the last tremors of your orgasm dissipated, a crushing sense of guilt washed over you, threatening to engulf you whole. Your eyes, still fixed on the screen, felt like they were burning with shame. The woman's satisfied moan, now a distant echo, seemed to mock you, reminding you of the depraved act you had just committed. Your hand, still resting on the crotch of your mother's jeans, felt like a foreign object, as if it didn't belong to you.

Your eyes shut for a second, and the imagine of jamie flashed into your mind once more. Oh god, you may have cum, but your mind was still firmly thinking about Jamie, and what he might be hiding. What was wrong with you?!