Pre-jit leaked out copiously, almost shooting out, and coated her hand as she slid it fluidly up and down over the aching head. Donna's eyes seemed va...ant as she stared at her son,s cock, her fist wildly jacking up and down on his sticky-wet swollen boner. Her lips were parted and her breathing was heavy and fast, causing her covered tits to lift and fall visibly. She wanted his hot jit to spurt out forcefully against her face. She felt that if she didn't feel it striking and soiling her slut. Her fingers were light and caressing, bringing me more pleasure than had she been making love to me with her whole body. I drank in her lushness, her giving, her generosity. I hurt so much inside for wanting to make her mine. My desire made me greedy and I started asking questions. I wanted to know her. I wanted to know everything about her. I wanted to flood my mind and soul with knowledge of her. And so I asked…once, twice, three times. I hungered for every corner in her soul. And my craving. I ordered a glass of milk and two shots of whiskey, the milk for my stomach and the whiskey for my weariness.It was the older woman who came to get me. She took me up in the elevator to the third floor, and then up some narrow stairs with rubber treads to a sort of attic. "These rooms aren't really guest rooms," she said apologetically, "they're for the staff. There's just this one, at the end of the hall, that we don't use." She led me down a hallway, dimly lit by bare 25 watt bulbs. She. They were hard as little pebbles. My cock was too sensitive, I pulled back and popped from her lips. “Was that good for you?” I asked, seeking approval. I knew her body had responded, but wanted to be sure I hadn't gotten carried away. She rocked back and fell to her side. “Get out, just get out!” she told me. “Are you ok? Did I take it too far? Nancy said... ” “It was great Denny! I don't remember the last time I came that hard.” She pulled her arms loose and got up off the floor. Her cum.