Go to your room and let’s forget this happened.”He had moved away in shock that I was awake. I thought he would leave but he hugged me tightly.“...You like it. Otherwise, you would have screamed at me,” he said as his hard penis pressed over my pussy through our clothes.“Son! Go!” I said as he put his hand into the nighty. His hand landed on my bra.“Look, your mother’s breasts are not sexual objects,” I said as he undid my buttons. My voice was hoarse with lust. I just knew I shouldn’t do this as. She thought she wouldn't be able to handle his size, she could barely get the head around her lips, she gently used her teeth to barely scrap his head. he felt this and thought how fucking good it felt. she became more brave and started to take more of his cock deeper. she felt it hit the back of her throat and fought the urge to gag, she controlled it and found she could take more of him. she opened her eyes and saw that she had took the whole thing, his balls were slapping against her. She furiously went to sucking his now very hard cock. She moved her free hand to firmly grasp his neatly shaved balls. Massaging them she ran her tongue along the ridge of his head and heard him moan. Feeling she may be pushing his control a little she stood up and went to the bed to lie with her legs off the bed. She motioned for him to come over and kneel in front of her and bury his tongue in her extremely wet pussy. Fallon moved to where she could get a clear view of ALL he was doing to. The drunks pissing themselves. The addicts shooting their fix into their veins.It's not any belief that I'm better than them that makes me choose to not sleep there. No; I belong here. I am just as lost as any alcoholic, junkie, or whore who has ever stared at these same four walls.The reason I choose the floor is because I am alone.I wasn't always like I am now. I once believed in the faithful heart. I believed that I was a good man, a good husband. I believed that I loved.I believe none of.