My friends always said that my mom was hot, and even though she kept her body in shape byworking out a lot, I didn't look at her in that way. She was ...my mother and the last woman thatI expected to turn me on in the world, so I dismissed what had just happened as a one-timer,but I ended up glancing at her thighs every ten seconds until we got home.As I got out of the car, I looked at the front of my pants and I saw that I had a noticeableerection. Looking at my mother’s thighs had made me hard. Under his talons would be ideal.She always came here after having to endure his foul company and his attentions, for their bond always soothed her angry, burning emotions and the feelings of humiliation she felt after he had taken her, often times against her will. Coming here allowed her to find peace, at least the peace that her life so far allowed her to have.[Carisia?]She stepped up to him with a gentle smile and placed her small hands on either side of his large snout. [I am fine Anthar.]. He poured me another coffee and I explained who I was and my reason for being there and why I was early, and stumbled upon him.It was weird, but I don't know why I said it, but I told him my boyfriend liked to wank himself in the mornings and not have sex with me."Jesus, if I was with you I would need a JCB to pull me off of you". I suppose it was meant as a compliment, having to use such a powerful piece of machinery to break our copulation, I laughed with him for a moment, and then we fell. Then she gives a spinning lick on the top of the head and suddenly takes it up in her mouth.“Holy shit! What was that?” I muttered to myself. The warmness in her mouth and the action of tongue and saliva were getting on my nerves. I quickly grabbed her head and pushed all of her hair behind her ear lobes. I tied them in a bun and continued moving her head and pumping my cock in her warm mouth.Her tongue running on all over my shaft was making me go bonkers. Just when I was cumming, I took a.