I literally could not force my hips to stop frantically colliding with my mother’s in an effort to prolong and exponentially enhance our shared orgasm. Normally I’d play my hands over her ass a bit, but she kept her work skirt on. My mom walks in, looking like she does any other day, but something in my head snaps. My favorite imagined scenario was the one (out of at least thirty different ones all about her) about me confessing my feelings to her and her amazing reaction. She instantly loosens up and I relax. I’m going to turn up the heat of my advances and hope that she tries to talk to me about it. Um, listen… She happily lets my tongue into her mouth and I’m in heaven as I explore every inch of her sweet (and still alcohol flavored) tongue and lips. I scoot forward until my pussy is mere centimeters from hers. I go and hide in the kitchen. I decide against a second round and start mopping up what cum I can get.
