Moans of pleasure became cries of lust as I assaulted her pussy with my cock. I refused to stop, to let this moment of pure animalistic instinct end. ...Even as I felt my orgasm build, I was still hungry for more. “Turn around, take off my shirt.” Barely slowing down and spinning on my dick, she wriggled her hips, sending waves of ecstasy through my body. “What’s the matter?” She mockingly asked as she leaned forward on my chest pushing her bust tighter together. “Can’t hold out?” I was on the. "He kissed her and she kissed him back this time. "Please, what?" he whispered in her ear as he pinched her nipple."Tom, please fuck me." she whispered."I can't hear you, mother." he reached around and rubbed his finger on her asshole."Please, fuck me, Tom. I need you baby." she said a little louder."Are you sure?" he sucked on her neck."Yes. Yes! YES! I need you to fuck me, please."Without another word, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to her room. He set her down on her bed and. ”“I hate that word,” said Sam. “Whore. It just sounds so awful!”The ever-pragmatic Karla had calmed down. She pulled the neck of her shirt out and sniffed her chest.“What’s a whore’s bath?” she asked, looking from her cleavage to me.“Damp washcloth,” I said, quickly. “It removes bacteria that produce odors. Doesn’t get you wet, but makes things better. If you want to go the extra mile, follow it up with an alcohol rub.”“What?” Karla’s eyebrows rose.“Not booze,” I said. “Rubbing alcohol.”“That. She licked my dried cum more and reached a finger down below to her wetting hole. I began to realize mom was down doing laundry for a long time but I didn't care, I went up to my room and took care of my hardening rod. Mom remained in the basement, fingering herself to orgasm with her cum stained panties in her face. The next day was Friday, and I was waiting for my friend to call with the evening's plans. Dinner was quiet, mom and I ordered in pizza, and neither of us really spoke much, though.