Almost immediately though, she was back on the ground as once again her skin turned to fire, although in a more concentrated locale than before. Like ...er dress before it, Susan's bra now felt like it had been heated to a million degrees. Susan fought and struggled with the clasp to release her breasts from their fiery torment. Finally, the bra came off and found itself discarded next to the remains of Susan's dress, but this did not end the ordeal. Even without the bra her breasts still burned. I opened my mouth, and he shoved his fingers in. I sucked eagerly, looking at him, hoping he knew how hard I was trying trying to please him. My tongue flicked about, and I bobbed my head on his fingers as if I were sucking his cock. Pulling his fingers back, he suddenly shoved three deep in my puss, stretching me and making me cry out in pain and pleasure. Why are you so goddamn wet? he barked, finger-fucking me hard. I couldnt answer with more than a moan, and he slapped me with fingers. My son was fighting with his moral dilemma. He was experiencing the same mental state; I had passed through a few months back. I was not depressed; I knew his feelings towards me. He was concerned about me; and I knew that he was dying to fuck me, given an opportunity he would simply jump between my thighs.I replied to his mail and wrote him that it got to be his own choice, and he only could decide what kind of relationship he wanted to have with his mom. However, I suggested him to explore. I spread her legs so I could get a little taste of what her pussy was like. I took a long lick from her entrance up to her clit, she tasted so sweet. I could easily be down there on her for hours, if she was sober and not passed out. But I was here tonight for one thing and that was to fuck her. I stood up once again and lined my cock up with her pussy entrance. I slowly pushed my cock inside her, she was so tight, most probably the tightest I've ever had. I was careful to watch her face for.