She wanted to say: “what the fuck was that” or “who the hell are you pissed at” but didn’t. Slowing his pace, he released each leg, lower his mouth he gave her long warm loving kisses. Her hands on his ass and hips lifting to meet his pace. Walking to an outbuilding his mom was hard a work. A deep manly moan, “oh mom,” echoed off the bedroom walls, as he lifted his hips off the bead adding wanted pressure from her damp moist pussy. His right hand moved, fingers opening the V to expose her clit and unfold her pussy lips. “come on you old people, I have done twice the work as you, and I aren’t resting,” wiping the sweat from his face with his t-shirt. Her body twitched, and the small soft-landing strip of hair met his tongue as her hips genteelly lift off the sheets. Short yet thick and rigid his cock stood allowing the tip of her tongue to dance across the slit, slurping his pre-cum as it flowed out of his
