For that brief moment he saw a woman – beautiful, fragile, tender – looking for love. “I’m, I’mmm s-sorry. His mother was plating breakfast for him, a far more common occurrence since returning from their two week excursion 6 months ago. He couldn’t even fathom an appropriate or witty response. “I… I can’t describe how much I love you… I cannot believe this is happening – is this for real?” Unexpected excitement was oozing out of him. His hands, still on her bum, felt the muscles inside working – flexing ferociously – while she thrust herself on him. “I… it’s – hap” he could barely fumble out the words before she threw the rest of his exposed cock into the warmth of her mouth. They were both on fire, her from the masterful tongue lashing of her son, and him from the taste of his mother accompanied by her incoherent moaning. There was just a small, red ribbon on top of the lid.
