"Tell me the truth," I said, locking eyes with Neil. "Why did you really follow your mother?"
I already had a strong feeling about what was actually happening.
Judy glanced back over her shoulder at her son, her expression a mix of concern and confusion. She kept one soft hand resting on my shoulder while my cock remained buried deep inside her.
Neil avoided both of our eyes.
"What? I already told you… Mom seemed a little different, that's why I followed her," he explained quickly, still refusing to meet our gazes.
I let out a short, mocking laugh.
"What does that even fucking mean, bitch? Your mom came here dressed so hot. How the hell did you look at her walking out like that and think she didn't seem okay?" I asked, pressing harder. I knew Neil wasn't telling the full truth. There was a real reason he had followed his mother all the way here, and it wasn't just simple concern.
Judy turned her head more fully toward her son now, her voice soft but serious.
