To see her so happy causes me to be happy.With her back on the sofa and me inside her, she was getting friskier and more spontaneous. That suited me j...ust fine. I began pushing and slamming my dick deep inside my mother, watching her face and the bliss she appears to be having. I felt the urge to cum and didn't tell her this time. I let go and watched enjoying it."My little boy just came inside me, didn't he?" she asked."Yes, I did!" I said as I moved my mouth over hers and began a nice moist. It was long and round; it was white as the strip of untanned skin around his ass, but it was lovely. The head was purple, the veins artistically placed around the pulsing shaft. Beautiful, Regina thought, modeled to perfection, as were the golden-haired balls below it. Her son's cock; not his dingle or his peepee, but his prick; his male, man's organ called a prick.They were kissing hungrily, and Regina could catch swift glimpses of Stella's tongue as it darted into Dale's open lips. She saw. ?Well, if I’m going to force you, then at least I should share the burden.? He kicked off the boxers that had been around his ankles before Helen had been ordered to suck him at the table and he reached out for the girl, pushing her down so that her face was just inches from the screen. The image of Bethany getting screwed during transport filled Helen’s vision, both the ?thrust? and ?shock? counters both going up steadily. He pushed Helen forward until she was bent over the table, her cute. I took a quick shower, washing off the day’s sweat. My hair no longer matted to my head, my body no longer the smell of body odor and sweat, I joined her. I was still a bit perturbed at her rejection, but I had the duty to fulfill my woman’s desires. She flirted with me while we cooked, but ignored any flirtation from me. Cutting vegetables for a salad, I almost cut myself a few times when I noticed just how low-cut her blouse was every time she bent over the counter, her nipples nearly.