I shuddered as she swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip. My God, how my father could just ignore such beauty, I wondered. Had she altered her routine to match mine? “Oh mom” I gasped as my orgasm hit. “Why?”
“Because you have already made me cum twice” she told me. My food was forgotten as I grappled with what she had just said. “Why?”
“Because you have already made me cum twice” she told me. With only half my cock inside her tight tunnel, I began to rock my hips, slowly sliding in and out of her now dripping pussy. I could feel her shudder at the touch and a soft sigh escaped her lips. Her grip tightened on my ass, holding me in place. “That cock; that cum…God that cum.” She almost moaned. Mom said carefully. I could feel the river flowing out around my cock as she was in a constant orgasm, but I knew the big one was building as her walls ripped around me. Had she altered her routine to match mine?
