“I can't stop cumming! Please darling, I can't stand it!” He forced himself to pull away from his mother's convulsing cunt. She lay back, slightl...y twisting and jerking, as her orgasm diminished. “Oh my God, son. Give me a few minutes to recover, that was a violent cum. I wasn't expecting that,” Marge hissed. Between breaths, John kissed her. He kissed the tip of her nose playfully, then his mouth covered hers. Their tongues danced. She pushed John away and said, “You smell like cunt! We don't. I realized I had better find someone in my class to date, at least for cover. Tuesday morning I told mom that I wouldn't be home till later because I was going out for a coke with Sally and we might go over to her house to study afterwards. I could almost see the hair rising on the back of her neck. Look mom, that's where I'm going, I even got her home number in case you need to get a hold of me. Their last name is Underhill, I should be home by nine. If you want I'll call before I leave.The. I pulled my dick inside her pussy and she started moaning. I had already fucked her many times, so she was not worried about the pain. All she wants now is the pleasure.She was drunk and getting fucked. She was moaning like, “Oh yes baby. Please fuck me. Karan go deeper. Fuck me meri jaan, aur zor se. Aaah!”I went crazy now and mumbled in her ear, “Baby?”She said, “Yes baby.”Then I said, “Teri maar raha hu.”She was like, “Kya maar rahe ho?”I said, “Teri C.”“What C baby?”“Teri Chut, jaan bolo. She'd marked her territory as a dog sprays trees, and every decoration, every speck of paint, every flower was a reeking reminder of her presence.And yet... There, just off the curb, was the teetering mailbox (the neighbors') that Jon had come near to clipping with his wing mirror every time he'd visited. There, towering over the backyard fence, was the tree against which he and Caitlyn had once stolen a few very passionate minutes, tongues dueling, hands roaming further than they had ever gone.