She grabbed my face and kissed me long and hard with her tongue teasing me. When we finally came up for air she said, “I know this is weird, but I ...always wanted to come in here and make out.” She kissed me again and started rubbing my manhood which was already beginning to rise to the occasion. Next breath break I said, “Seems like the girl at the counter knew you. Do you come here often?” She laughed at me and then gave me a dirty look. “Well I have bought a toy or two here, but mostly. .......I never have a big cock in my mouth..........You never have one in your pussy either mom........., I said and smile.It is your if you wants.........,and your pussy have double pleasure.Noooooo, honey. Mom stop sucking my cock and continued with her statement. I let you eats pussy and not fucking my pussy.Mom than back laydown next to me. Honey, I likes how you eats my pussy, but I can't have you fuck me.I am your mother, your dad fuck me and made you from fucking my pussy.Yea you. I think it was also a bit of ?good-bye forever? passion. While we all ?loved? each other at the time, we all had in the back of our minds that some of us would not survive. We sprawled and squirmed about on the huge, soft rug in the center of the room. We were all slick with perspiration and must have seemed like slippery, wriggling fish, and our mouths, tongues and hands were busy. There was so much kissing, licking, rubbing, grinding together of bodies we hardly knew who were doing what to. I. Her black hair, loose and shiny, waved around her like a cape as she moved. Dooley put the rolled dress on the side of my bedroll, then curled up next to me and pulled her blanket over both of us. Warmer was right. Dooley's body was throwing off heat like a little furnace.After a minute, she moved closer. She rolled on her hip, one leg hooking over my thigh. She nestled her face against my shoulder and sighed. I was still on my back, hands linked under my head-my normal position when sleeping.