Mary’s heart races from the chaos of emotions in her mind. Her hands fall to grip the couch cushions as he presses his hips down again, her hips lifting up to meet his, his hands kneading the flesh of her ass. Feeling its shape and firmness against his cheek he fills this nipple harden as well. He traces the lines around the curves of her thighs as his eyes move back up his mothers body to the breast. As he presses his hips down a third time he moves in time with her pressing up against him and slides his hands down her legs, dragging her panties down with them. He squeezes pulls her hips against his, pressing his hard member against her mound as his lips move up to her neck. Tired in the dark and the haze of the wine she tries to escape from the feelings of loneliness as she closes her eyes.
