" She said referencing the big cock in the picture. "He is a good eight inches." She continued as she swung the chair from facing the counter to facin... me. “How big is your cock?” She asked me as she turned her head side ways to make it obvious that she was examining my hard dick. Without another word, Dreama kicked off her flip flops, pushed her foot against my crotch and told me that her boyfriend was the same size as her foot. She pushed her little white foot up and down and pressed harder. "No! Please! Don't stop! I need this. Tell me it's OK. That I'm not a whore!" she said looking into my eyes. I rubbed her clit faster. Harder. "Ah, but you are a whore - and there's nothing wrong with that. He's a man. You're a woman. There's nothing more natural - besides, his cock is hard. Full. He's throbbing. I'm willing to bet those balls need to be drained."Her eyes rolled back in her head as the pleasure began to hit her in waves. "Fuck, I know! Believe me, I fucking know!"She looked. Smiling widely and cooing with glee, she let her arms fly upward and wrap around the body before her, bringing its welcome weight onto her. Feeling filled and emptied, she inhaled his scent and hers mixed on his lips. His beard scratched her cheeks and teeth closed in on her blindfold, pulling it off. Her eyes blinked quickly, adjusting to the dim light and Richard cam into focus.Overwhelmed, she parted her lips, about to beg permission to cum, only to feel Richard's finger on her lips and a. I felt that familiar tingle and my balls tightened up as I was humping my Mom and then I exploded. I tried to pull back so as not to leave another mess, but I was way too slow. I spermed the front of my mother’s panties, I spermed her entire crotch area and upper thighs, and thoroughly soaked her backside as well before my i****tuous orgasm subsided. She stirred a little bit and whispered something real quiet.I think my mother said, “Thank you”.And that became our routine. Not every night, mind.