Mom had pencilled in amounts in several boxes in columns, each column representing a day. Mom was still sucking on my dick wildly, and although the cum was beginning to rise in my balls, I was managing to not cum too quickly as I wanted to make this last as long as possible. We also had some bits of furniture like a hi-fi cabinet, bookcases, various lampshades and the glass coffee table I had put the wine bottle on. Occasionally, I have let Jacob see my breasts and my bottom. “Louder,” insisted mom. After a while, as my dick became limp, and finally fell out from inside her, I still held mom around the waist supporting her whilst she leaned on the wall still facing away from me, her eyes closed, and her face resting on her hands.
