Mom impaled her cunt down my girl-cock. She rose up on her elbows, her dark eyes glassy. “Not that fast,” she purred. My tongue parted her pink, fluttering through her. She was my mother. Her hips wiggled back and forth, stirring me around inside of her. She whimpered, the bed creaking as she shuddered on it. That popped my mouth off her nipple. My right hand squeezed her left breast, milking her. “Oh, Rebecca, you’re flooding me.”
“I am, Mommy!” I whimpered, the ecstasy and rapture pummeling my mind. I wanted all of her milk spilling into my mouth. She was my mother. My cock throbbed in her depths. She shifted a bit on my bed and let out a drowsy murmur. She shifted and then her head turned. The sudden pleasure caused my right hand to clench on her breast.