We both loved drunk sex. I could last forever and we would try just about anything. On this particular night I was on top of Cindy fucking her hard. S...he was grabbing my ass, trying to pull my cock in even deeper. As Cindy adjusted her grip on my ass, I felt her right hand gab my whole cheek and her middle finger touching my hole. Sensing no resistance, Cindy moved her finger tip onto my hole and began rubbing it in circles. Hearing me gasp in pleasure at this sensation she asked, "Do you like. He thrust forward, trying to push his entire length in. She gagged as he thrusted doing her best not to vomit. He pushed all 9in down her throat and held it there for just a few seconds before pulling out. Before she could pull a breath he was ramming back into her. He wasn’t going as deep but was now fucking her face. She struggled to breathe between thrusts, trying not to panic. He thrust into her a few more minutes before slowly pulling out. She gasped and coughed as he sat there. It felt so good to be doing this. To be fucking my mother. I loved it, and apparently she loved the thought that she was being fucked by her son. We kept going. My hips moving steadily up and down, her hips moving with mine. I could hear her breathing and realizing that I was breathing hard, too. Again and again my boner moved purposefully in and out of her warm, wet vagina. We both knew exactly what we were doing, and it was perfectly fine with us. She started to breath even harder and faster,. We met first time in the winter of New York; she was wearing a single piece short above the knee dress tight and golden in color. I was shocked to see her in the Penn station as I never imagined she would be so smoking hot. We roamed in and around of NYC, had sushi and decided to head into a pub. And I had no intention of going to a pub so I wore sneakers which the pub did not allow, as she was interested I had to bribe them and got in, and we started our dance slowly.Music was very loud and.