I’ll take a moment and back step for introductions. We live in a small northern city, my husband works the oil fields requiring him to be away from home, I have a son (Richard, age 16) and daughter (Monica, age 14) and I am Barbara, a 35-year-old with no time to have gained any weight since high school.

“I’m ok … but I hurt all over … ” I replied rather shakily.

My son somewhat reassured because I was talking began to carefully check me over; the final body check showed I had a right arm fracture and a left wrist fracture. With his assistance we walked upstairs where he carefully splinted my arms, applied ice packs and drove me to the hospital, to make a long story short, I left a few hours later sporting two casts, a mild headache and numerous bruises.

On the drive home I told Richard that the doctor was very pleased with his splinting and that I now relied on him and Monica to help a bit more around the house till I got back into functioning normally again. We picked Monica up at her friend’s house (Richard had reached her at school diverting her there). Monica was upset with a lot of melodramatics until Richard told her to get in the mini-van or get left behind. On arriving home I got Monica to start supper and Richard to get the wash going that presently lay at the bottom of the stairs and I was going to lie down.

Monica awoke me and we went to dinner where I suddenly realized I had difficulty pulling the chair

back and sat staring at my plate – I could not use eating utensils. We all laughed hysterically; Richard moved his chair over beside me and feed me slowly all the while joking if he should bring the high chair up from the basement. I survived supper and lay down on the couch apparently dozing off for several hours when my son awoke me.

“Mom – Mom, are you ok … (my eyes flutter open) … I’m off to bed and Monica’s already asleep…” with his assistance I got up from the couch and walked to my bedroom. I managed the light switch and stood in utter amazement – now what?

I walked down the hallway to my son’s room and knocked on the door, “Richard, I need a little help…”

Richard opened his door, “What is it mom?”

“Son … I … I can’t undress …” I stammered.

“Oh … ok, I’ll go wake Monica …” he said.

“Leave her sleep, can you help me?” I answered, leading the way to my bedroom. Where my son stood lost in the middle of the room with a bewildered look on his face as I said, “Ok … undress me.”

“Mom, I don’t know where to begin … are you sure you don’t want Monica?” he blurted out.

“Richard! How hard is it to undress me … surely you have taken a girls’ sweater off before …” I froze mid-sentence of my exasperated  tantrum as he turned ashen white, slowly shaking his head in the negative.

“You mean you never undid any of your girlfriend’s shirt …” again I stuck my foot in my mouth as it dawned on me that Richard had never brought home or ever said anything about a girlfriend.

“No mom, I never have … girls scare me …” he replied quietly almost in tears.

“… Sorry, I knew that – guess I’m still shaken as well.” I replied feebly. “I still need your help, please.” (He nods ok) “First things first, you better shut the door … (he does).” Now, come stand in front of me … Richard – this will be difficult for both of us so we both have to grin and bare it …”

I said in all earnestness and we both broke out laughing.

“Ok my boy, we’ll slip one arm out first, you stretch the sweater sleeve wide and I’ll slip my arm out…” we managed that and repeated the process for the next arm with a little more difficulty. “Now lift the sweater from the bottom up over my head …” which we again managed, as my head came free all I could see was my son’s eyes feasting on my bra-clad chest with the most amazed stunned look on his face. I couldn’t resist my son’s innocence. “Richard, you’ll get to see all of them in a moment as soon as you remove mommy’s bra!” He snapped back to the present with a glorious blush sweeping his handsome face. “Stand behind me and unhook the bra then come around the front of me and slip it off…ok” I felt his hands trembling as he struggled to undo the clasp and he was breathing rather quickly as he returned to the front of me where with shaking hands he slipped the bra free from my chest. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it son …” again his eyes were fixed to my boobies; his youth, innocence and this moment behind a closed door accompanied by my helplessness served to excite my nipples which grew erect before his gaze which now alternated from my excited breasts to my eyes in an untold race of disbelief.

I let him stare! With a mischievous smile on my face I interrupted his thoughts with a pressing matter that I needed to pee. “Richard – you can see me all you want, but mommy really needs her skirt and panties off cause I need to go to the bathroom – ok.”

“Sorry mom, I was … overcome … by the moment …” he quickly but shyly said.

“Undo the button on the side of my skirt and unzip the zipper, it will fall to the floor then please pull down my panties …” (he did as he was told and keeping his eyes averted from my groin) I stepped quickly out of the pooled-on-floor clothing and hurried to my bathroom, where I called to my son “Richard, don’t go anywhere, I still need help … ”

I was sitting doing my thing wondering how I was going to get my innocent son to … well wipe me and then wash my old beaver. “Richard, come in here please (he peeked around the doorway) … you can come in. I need your help to … well wipe myself … down below …” I began, now fumbling for words.

He visibly backed up … “I’ll go get Monica …”

“Richard – son, its not hard, I really need your help …” I begged.

“Take a small amount of toilet paper, bunch it together and wipe my vagina from front to back – ok,” I instructed him. He stood still staring at me then slowly did as he was told with his eyes averted as I lifted up off the toilet with my knees apart for easy assess for him.

Like a blind man, my son attempted to maintain modesty but could not get close to between my legs and as he took hold of my lower leg attempting to run up the inside of my leg, I came somewhat agitated. “Richard! Son you have to look … your doing ok but I can’t hold this position for long.

I saw his innocence slipping away as he now (on his knees before me) starred directly at my beaver as he slipped his hand up between my legs lightly wiping the outer hair. “A little harder please…” I could not resist as the moment was becoming erotic.  “Now run some hot water and soak a face cloth, add some soap and wash me all over down below … make sure you get between the folds…”

“Mom … I can’t … what would dad say …” he hemmed-and-hawed.

“Son, I can not use my hands, your sister is asleep … as a grown woman I’m quite willing to be totally naked and exposed before you … I don’t think your father would be to upset…!” I painted the picture for him and could not resist a tag on of, “it will be a good education for you …”

He started the water running as I sat down on the toilet again; his eyes now flickering to my body constantly; when he had the face cloth all ready, I had him kneel beside me and opened my somewhat trembling legs wide for his clumsy attention making him feel and open my now tingling pussy lips and make several good passes then dry his mother’s pussy.

I thanked him as he stood up before me. I could not help but notice his penis was aroused by his mother, “There, you survived and by the look of it (glancing to his swollen groin) your mother still has the ability to excite a young man, which I will take as a very high compliment!”

My embarrassed son assisted me to bed, folding the sheets down and I could not resist the temptation to excite him more by giving him a wonderful spread of my legs placing my now somewhat swollen beaver on display for his pleasure as I eased slowly into bed and knew I had succeeded as he lingered placing the blankets over me as he gave me several pain-killers with a glass of water. “Sweet dreams son, thank you for the compliment (again glancing at his very swollen penis) and helping a helpless old woman… and if you’d lean down I’ll give you a kiss as a reward …” he blushed but leaned down for my soft sensual kiss to his cheek that was pretty close to the edge of his mouth.

He stumbled to the door slowly opening it and looking back replied somewhat hoarsely, “I’ll leave it open … in case you need help mom…” and slipped awkwardly away to his room.

I know someone beside me was going to have some trouble going to sleep (smiling to myself ruefully) I’d just thought why I fallen down the stairs, I’d been sniffing and attempting to taste his shorts, he’d definitely left a healthy cum load … probably had masturbated into them … slipping painlessly into a drugged sleep. 

I awoke suddenly with an urgent need to use the bathroom. As my senses came more awake I felt I was being watched and sure enough my son was peeking through the half-closed door. I smiled a little wickedly while I indicated with my head to come here.

He slipped through the door, “Good morning mom, how do you feel?” with a radiant smile and cheerful voice. “You’ve slept late …”

My head did a fast glance to the bedside alarm that showed 9:35 AM.

“Monica’s already gone to school and I phoned the office telling them I won’t be in for several days … thought you might want someone home with you …” he stated quite frankly.

I smiled and stretched slightly, “Good idea …”

“Well Richard (winking at him somewhat lewdly while I wiggled a shoulder seductively) … ready for round 2 … the bathroom is calling your mother.”

My son eagerly and willingly slipped the covers back and was feasting on the view. So I slowly again opened my legs now enjoying his youthful attention while saying, “A full day of special nursing … I’m depending on you … ready?” (He nodded) and assisted me to the bathroom with my naked aroused boob sitting on his arm. “I’m feeling a little woozy, must be the pain-killers last night …”

I sat on the toilet, winked at him and waited, my bladder bursting and I couldn’t go. I was getting restless. I looked up into my son’s eyes as he stood in the doorway. “Umm…I’ll wait in your room, …” he said.

“Please don’t, I still feel woozy … all my bodily functions want to work but nothing is happening …”

I said and smiled again. Time passed and nothing was happening, oh god I needed to pee and I also needed to go otherwise. “I may need some real nursing care son, …” I hinted, this time I blushed.

“Well, I’m not a real nurse but if you tell me what to do, I’ll try to do my best … if you want …”

he stammered with determination.

“Richard – umppff, ahhhh … I need your help … massage my stomach and well … between my legs to help me relax …” I stammered hesitantly. “This – we won’t tell anyone about, especially your father!”

My young teenage son shot forward like he came out of a cannon dropping to his knees before me and with much eagerness attempted to rub my belly. “Lower son – just above … well above my hair…”

His gentle touch massaged as he shyly began to insert his other hand between my legs (which I allowed to spread rather easily) and took a rather unexpected gasp as his fingers encased my quivering pussy. I closed my eyes, bite my lower lip as his fingers now slipped across my muff (I rather bluntly opened wider) thus allowing his youthful hand to slip between my now slick crack.

“I’m I doing it right mom?” a barely audible whisper broke through my now hazy erotic state.

“Umm humm … just like that …” I almost moaned.

I was AROUSED! My own son was heating his mothers kettle very nicely … “Ummmm ohhh …” as I felt his upper hand creeping down (without his realizing it) to stimulate mommy’s clit (well, at least the top of it) and it happened, I realized a slow steady steam of burning hot pee, coating my son’s hand as he continued to administer his now increased rate of movement along my slit. Seconds later in mist of my pee I began to cum ever so gently “Ohhhhhhhhh UHHHhhh ummmm  ummmm, ohh such a good boy!” and he never stopped his hands but his breathing certainly was affected.

Three increasing orgasms followed in quick secession and I knew I was slipping into a state of dangerous territory utterly helpless as my young virgin son encouragingly nursed me into untold bliss.

I needed a quick release … “Ummm oh sweetie, slip your fingers back and play with mommy’s bum” I whispered hotly (I love my ass played with). His eagerness and my dripping pussy created a sudden entry of his finger into my eager butt hole. My sudden harsh intake of breath and his rather deep penetration caused my asshole to slam shut on his finger and a cascade of sweeping orgasms left me panting for more as a whined to him “Ummmm (I growled with heightened huskiness) … make mommy cum … make me beg … you want mommy excited don’t you … you want mommy bad … you want mommy to make you a man today … DON’T YOU!” I screamed as he relentlessly worked my ass with his finger and his upper hand had now slipped onto my now engorged and badly swollen clit.

Between ragged gasping breaths I begged my son to get me to bed, my ass reluctantly let his finger slip out we got to the bed where I struggled to get into the middle of the bed, my sluttish legs spread wide and with thrusting hips I encouraged my son to slip his head between my thighs. “That’s my young lover … lick mommy’s pussy with your tongue … make me worse … show mommy how bad you want me to make you a man!” His inexperienced tongue slide up and down my weeping gash, he was feasting on my sweet nectar and did not need much direction as he eager mouth munched hungrily on my exposed swollen clit (like father, like son) and to my utter amazement his hand was thrusting under my ass which I eagerly lifted and squealed with delight as he roughly jammed in his finger again feverishly finger-fucking my ass hole. He was a fast learner! His mouth and tongue now serviced me from clit to ass as I tossed and turned humping uncontrolled.

“That’s it sweetie … you got it … Make MOMMY your SLUTTTT, your horny plaything ever second of the day … make mommy do everything you always dreamed of - CONTROL ME ”

I hissed and panted screaming with orgasmic pleasure.

As he brutally two-finger fucked my ass in and out, he began dry humping my leg like a dog in heat pushing me over that ever so fine line into rampant incest that I hungered for so badly. I (after repeated begging) finally got him to stop long enough to undress.

My eyes bulged out of their sockets, my mouth drooled … I shuddered with an explosive CUM screaming unintelligent words just from seeing my virgin son standing beside my matrimonial bed.

His cock was gigantic – OMG he was over a foot long and as thick as a small plastic pop bottle and he was very ready for his mommy.

“Oh child … mount your SLUT, control me … jam your horse cock into my tight cunt …” I breathed was unbridled desire. He wasted no time getting between my now well spread legs, his horse cock swollen and purplish doing flips in eagerness to impale his mother. I was gushing cunt juice like never before – I wanted his horse cock!

He guided his swollen gigantic member to my badly swollen pussy … feeling the head slip into me and my tightness holding him at bay (I had two children – by a bikini c-section) as I pumped upwards he drove down into me forcing me, his mother apart further to bury half of this magnificent cock as he roughly and excitedly thrust hammering at my cunt, with ever nerve ending afire I lay helplessly beneath him trying to relax as I surrendered to his now blazing incest that demanded satisfaction as he brutally assaulted my creaming cunt. Then – magically he was buried to the hilt.

I hope I wrote it good for you Barb.

her beautiful behind. Before Mom and I "consummated" our present

relationship, I would fantasize each night before falling asleep about what

my Mom's ass looked like. It was not too large, but it definitely was round

and gave Mom an overall voluptuous figure. Her tummy has just the right

amount of bulge to it that let you know she was all woman.

I used to sneak into my Mother's room when she was not home, and look for

her soiled panties. The essence of her womanhood always lingered in the

crotch of her panties, and occasionally, I would find a stray pubic hair. My

mind would be ablaze with lust at moments like this. To find something that

had actually been a part of my Mom's vagina. Before Mom and I became lovers,

I would take the panties to my room and get totally naked and pleasure

myself, as I sniffed the crotch of her panties. The odor was intoxicating to

me, and I would be delirious with desire. I would be close to orgasm, and

then just before squirting my seed, I'd aim my penis right at the crotch of

her soiled panties and imagine that I was actually ejaculating deep inside

my Mother. There would be copious amounts of semen spilling out of the head

of my penis, and my glazed eyes watched as my ejaculate slowly absorbed into

the cotton fabric.

Mom knows of my panty fetish now and even encourages it. After she had

caught me spying on her and took me as her lover, I told her how horny she

makes me and that I love her used panties. She replied that that she was

glad, and that from now on she was going to keep me supplied with all the

panties I wanted.

One day after Mom and I had awaken, I was feeling particularly horny and

wanted to make love. Mom said that she had a million things to do that

morning but would be happy to oblige later in the afternoon. I said okay

(reluctantly), and got up to make breakfast. I put on a tee-shirt and a pair

of boxers that Mom particularly liked and walked around the kitchen with my

erection poking out, in the hopes Mom might take pity on me and maybe have a

"quicky" before doing her business. No such luck...she did notice though,

and said to stay nice and ready for her when she returned. She told me she

had a very nice place to hold my erection, until it softened (smile).

After Mom departed, I cleaned up the kitchen, and then thought I'd take the

edge off my horniness, by masturbating with Mom's panties. I went into our

room (Mom and I share her bed now), and found a sexy pair that were light

blue satin, and had a slight yellow stain, where I imagined she had, had to

pee, and maybe squirted some out before she got to the toilet. I brought

these to my nose and inhaled deeply of full feminine aroma. It was heavenly,

and extremely erotic. I didn't want to rush it, but I didn't want to empty

everything I had stored in my testicles either. I needed to save some for

Mom when she returned. I was enjoying the feeling of touching myself, and

rubbing the crotch of Mom's panties against my face, when I heard...

"Why don't you smell the crotch of these panties?"

I jumped, and saw Mom standing in the doorway, holding the hem of her skirt

up to her waist with one hand, and massaging her crotch with the other. She

was pushing the panties into the cleft of her vagina, and the scene was as

erotic as any I could have imagined.

"Mom! I didn't know you were here!"

"I know baby, I wanted to surprise you. I knew what you would be doing. I

see you found the pair that I peed into, my but you are a nasty boy aren't

you?"

"Mom, you look so hot doing that". She continued to rub her mound as she

spoke to me, which was paramount to throwing gasoline onto burning charcoal.

"Come smell my panties honey, it doesn't get any fresher than this." She

coaxed me toward her and pulled the waist of her panties out, and down so

that I could see her luxuriant growth of pubic hair and the white cotton

crotch of her white lace panties. I gingerly moved toward her and

anticipated the wonderful assault on my olfactory senses.

I hungrily buried my face into her mound, and she spoke so wantonly.

"Oh yes my son, smell Mommy's hot pussy. Does it smell good baby? Does it

make my baby boy want to come in Mommy's panties?"

"Oh yes Mom, I do!.. I do want to come in your panties!"

"Good honey, cause I want you to come in these, the ones I'm wearing right

now. Come stroke your cock for me baby... aim it right at Mommy's pussy."

I stood up, and my penis was as hard and bloated as ever. I had difficulty

in aiming, so mom said, "wait a second sweetie, let me get the step-stool."

She got the little stool and stood up on it and brought her crotch right in

line with my penis. She held onto my shoulder for support and kept her

panties open for my cock and I started stroking.

"Oh Eddie, this makes Mommy so horny, come in my panties and all over my

hairy pussy.. Yesss that's it baby, it looks so hot and red...does it feel

hot honey? Can you smell how wet my pussy is?"

"Oh God... Mom I'm going to squirt... huh... huh... huh..." I watched as the

first rope of sperm jetted out of my penis and splashed against Mom's hairy

mound, the next 4 or 5 contractions were aimed directly into the crotch of

Mom's open panties. She encouraged me to milk it all out and pulled me

closer so that my penis was actually rubbing the lips of her vagina. My cock

was super sensitive right at that moment and I couldn't stand the intense

sensation of it touching anything.

As I was weak kneed and attempting to catch my breath, mom did one of the

most erotic things I ever seen her do. With my come pooled in the crotch of

her panty, she pulled them up, and began mashing the crotch up into her

hole.

"Ooh my baby... this feels so good, I love having a sopping wet pussy,

especially when my son's sperm is what's making it nice and wet. When do you

think you'll be ready to squirt some more right into my hole baby? Soon I

hope, I'm all hot and horny now too, and I need your nice strong cock inside

me to take away the ache."

I took my Mother into my arms and began holding her tight and kissing her

lips. I held her close and massaged the small of her back, right where the

crack of her behind began. The beauty of older woman/younger man

relationships, is that both are perfect for each other sexually. Hearing my

Mother speak to me in that manner quickly aroused me. She turned and shut

the door and locked it, which in itself is turn-on for me, and began to

undress me. Not that I had a lot to remove, but it made me feel wanted. She

lifted my tee-shirt over my head, and then took off her blouse, and then her

bra. She slid her fingers into the waist band of my boxers and slowly

stripped them off from me. She then buried her face into my groin and

massaged the cheeks of my ass, pulling me closer. She grasped my cock and

lightly kissed it. Then taking just the head into her mouth and lightly

bathing it with her tongue.

"Oh Mom... (sigh)... that feels so good... (moan)...." I quickly hardened,

and Mom began licking my entire shaft, mumbling something about the smell of

my cock, and how horny it made her. Soon she opened her mouth wide and

engulfed my entire shaft, burying her nose deep into my pubic hair. The

sensation was ecstatic, I knew that if she didn't stop immediately, I would

be pounding my seed into her mouth.

"Mom... I'm.... gonna... cum.... if.... you.... don't... stop." She slowly

let my penis slip out of her mouth, and there was a string of saliva

connecting my cock and her lips. She gazed hotly into my eyes, and slowly

got to her feet. She gently pushed me onto the bed, and stepped back. She

reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, and shimmied out of it, and let

it drop to the floor. Stepping out of it, she then hooked her fingers into

the waist band of her wet panties and began to pull them down. They were

still stuck up into the cleft of her vagina, and had to be slowly peeled

out. Her eyes were glued to mine, and in a moment she was as naked as I.

"It's time to fuck Mommy now baby, I hope you're ready. My pussy is really

hungry, see? See how my pussy's mouth is watering?" She stood in front of

me, and held the lips of her vagina wide open. Her whole vulval area was wet

and slick with my cum and the lubrication from her arousal. She crawled onto

the bed with me and laid down on her back, with her knees bent. Coaxing me

between her thighs, she grasped my penis and then swished her fingers in her

pussy.

"Momma's gonna make your cock nice and slippery, so you slide into my pussy

nice and easy." With that she pulled on my cock to move it closer to her

opening and then with the hand that she had been massaging her pussy with,

she began wiping the mixture of fluids from her cunt up and down my shaft.

Her pussy smelled so hot and musky and I knew that I needed to mate with her

soon.

"Oh Eddie..your cock feels so nice and hot. I can't wait to feel you inside

me. Are you ready to fuck me baby?"

"Ohhh Mom....You know I am, I want to bury my penis deep inside you and let

it soak inside you"

"Okay baby, then do it...push your penis inside me and keep it there for the

rest of the day." With that, Mom released her grasp on my cock, and brought

her knees up to her chest, then reached underneath her thighs and opened her

vagina, exposing her hot, wet hole. I aimed my cock with one hand, and

braced myself with the other. As I entered her vagina, the sensation of

smooth, slippery heat overwhelmed my senses. I slid into her with one

thrust, and buried my cock up to my balls inside my Mother's clutching

vagina. I didn't want to move yet, as the feeling was what could only be

described as 'delicious'

"Oh Eddie... keep your cock deep inside me okay?" She held me tight and

began kissing my cheek and lips, and shoulders. She undulated ever so

slightly beneath me, and begged me to smother her with my body. I reached

under her and held the smooth supple globes of her ass, and attempted to

pull myself even deeper inside. She began contracting her vaginal muscles,

and said that it was so comforting to have a live, hot cock to squeeze

inside of her instead of the fake, rubber one that I had seen her using. We

gazed into each others eyes, as we each flexed our sex muscles. We began

kissing, lightly at first, and then gradually hotter, and hotter. I started

grinding my pelvis against her as she pushed up at me. I withdrew my shaft,

and looked at the point we were connected, and it appeared to be dripping

with her lubricant.

Mom then reached between her legs and played with her pussy, and then pulled

me back down on top of her. She rubbed her fingers in my face, and said it

was time to really fuck her.

"Here baby, smell what you've done to my pussy. I need to come now honey...

make Mommy's pussy come all over her baby boy's cock." When she started

talking like that, I began fucking her harder. Since I had already come

once, I knew I could last long enough to make her come.

"Oh yeah baby... that's it!... fuck me.... harder.... harder. Wait for me to

come before you feed my hungry pussy okay baby?"

"Oh yes Mom, I'm gonna make you come on my hard cock before I empty my balls

inside you."

"Yesss Eddie...I love when you talk to me about emptying your balls inside

me...and that's just what I want you to do, cream my pussy...ohhh yesss....

fuck... me... fuck... me.... fuck... me... I'm.... gon... na... come...

all... ov... er... your... cock... AIIEEEEEEEE.... ooohhhh!!" I felt her

starting to come and then I pushed my cock into her as deep as I could and

just held it there for her pussy to spasm around. I held her close, and

touched her asshole with the tip of my finger, and felt the spasms she was

having. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest as she pressed her

bosom against me. She purred and cooed about how happy I was making her.

"Oh my darling son, I love you so very much. Mmmmmmm...you feel so good in

my pussy. Now, do you have a nice creamy present for my pussy? I think it's

time you fed my hungry pussy,...don't you?"

Mom looked deep into my eyes when she asked me that, and my balls were drawn

up tight against me, all ready to release their potent load. Her eyes

shimmered in the late morning light. She then pulled the covers up over us

with her feet, and finished pulling them around our coupled bodies with her

hands. We were in our own little cocoon, and she kissed me gently on the

lips and said,

"The door is locked and it's just you and me sharing our bodies, now my

darling son please fuck me with all that is left inside you. I want every

ounce of your come squirted deep into my hungry pussy. Look into my eyes

when you come baby, I want to see the pleasure I'm giving you."

"Mom you are driving me out of my mind talking like that, I'm going to give

you every drop of come that's in my balls. She then pulled the covers even

closer around us and started kissing my lips and sucking on my tongue as my

cock began to drive in and out of her sopping pussy. I knew it wouldn't take

long and she kept panting, "look at me when you come baby, look at me when

you come!"

"Mom... I'm going crazy... I love you Mom."

"Yes my baby, go crazy, feed my hungry pussy baby... mmmmm. give it to me."

"I'm coming Mommy... I'm coming inside your pussy Mommy... OOOOHHHH GOD!...

At that very moment, I gazed steadily into my Mother's big, brown eyes as I

emptied my balls deep into her clutching vagina. Her pussy spasmed once

again as she came with me, her pussy muscles sucking and contracting around

my shaft, milking every last drop of semen deep into her hole. She held me

tight and then our lips met, in what had to be the most soulful kiss that a

man and a woman can share. I can honestly say that I couldn't love anyone,

more than I love my Mother.