" Do you see how the dress is bunched up on the left side?" Yes." I need you to flatten that out, ok?" Ok."Without hesitation, Jason was kneeling betw...een his mother's legs. His face was now only inches from her moist pussy. He reached out for the hem of her dress and let the backside of his hand brush against her warm soft thigh as he fixed it. He took his time as thoughts of fucking his mother raced through his head."Much better. Lean back for a moment Jason."He did as he was asked and Eric. “Stop, let me do it,” she said. I lowered my hips to the mattress. I felt her sweat dropping unto my chest and face. “Take off your top.” She obeyed, pulling it quickly over her head. Her clean shaven armpits looked beautiful. I rose up and licked under one of them. She suddenly leaned forward and smashed her big breasts onto my chest. I wrapped my arms around her broad back, and held her tight. “I love the feel of your cock inside me, little brother,” she whispered. She started making. You want to smell my snatch .. c'mon on then!'Smell it, baby. Come on!' I had turned my face to her as I sat on the toilet and she pulled me into her , in between her thighs. Her legs were open and she was pushing her crutch against my face. She must have dropped her skirt because she had one hand pulling my head into her and with the other she had reached down and taken my cock and was stroking it. The smell of her bloody, sweaty cunt was terrible, beautiful, unbelieveable ... and within. The nearly exquisite exterior that covered up the slowly decaying innards, cloyingly sweet perfume that nearly covered the reek of moldering life and hope, she was rotting from the inside out.She might have been different, perhaps the softly rounded mother with a slightly frazzled air of disarray to hair, clothing, life. Or the crisp sharp business woman, with the staccato click of unforgiving heels beneath prim suit as she wandered down corporate marbled floors. Who is to blame really when you.