She pushed in deep and said she had to go to the bathroom, keep it there. She left but I heard her camera clicking several times, then she came back i...n and set to work fucking nonstop; this went on for quite a while. I finally asked her if there was an end to this, she said yes, when she could make me cum from fucking my ass. My dick was firmly trapped under me and soft, but suddenly she reached under and pulled my dick and balls back between my legs and started playing with it while still. It might be years before he sought a man's independence, if ever. What did he need of other women when he had everything he might wish from his own mother?After many hours of such dark contemplation, Dorothy found herself sitting on their couch drenched with tears. The sun was beating on the living room curtains. She got up and began her daily rounds of housecleaning. She had nothing else.After finishing his ablutions and a refreshing shower, Chuck found his mother in the kitchen. She was bent. My. God. I had no idea what to think. All I could do was watch his reflection milk his cock until he squeezed and emptied the last of his seed onto the kitchen floor.It was half-hot and half-shame to watch his reflection. I was leaning a little more to the shame part at the moment.He moved first and set a chair next to me in the moonlight.“Can I have those?” He pointed towards the panties. I nodded and handed them over. He used them to clean himself.“They were my wife’s and they are special to. I wanted to give him everything. With him, it wouldn’t just be sex, he would make love to me. I automatically wanted to feel him at least in my mouth. He helped me to undo his jeans and I slipped my lips around his erect cock. I loved the feeling of having him in my mouth. He was a mixture of soft and hard, like velvet over steel. I finally understood what that statement meant. “If you keep that up, I’m going to cum and you are going to regret doing this tomorrow. Stop now.” I didn’t want to.