Your hand has a near death grip on my neck as you go faster and harder. Your free hand reaches for your pussy again. I can't see, but I know you're dr...ving yourself to cum one more time. I’m determined to last until then. I begin to meet each of your thrusts with one of my own. I'm trying to last, baby, but I desperately want to tell you to hurry. With a final cry, you push back against me just in time. Your body convulses and your ass clenches around me. My cock swells, my balls. It was way too quick for me to enjoy but the build up was more than worth it. Although I really wanted to live in her pussy it was not to be as I withered up and slipped out.As we lie there cuddling Desiree told me to take a nap because I would need it later. I was not really tired but with her nice comfortable breast against the side of my face and her soft warm body against me I could not help but to relax to the point of sleep.An hour or so later a knock on my bedroom door awoke me. Desiree. Exhausted, he laid down back down, falling asleep immediately. He stirred from his slumber when he heard the door open, and felt someone get in bed, "Why is the bed wet?" The voice muttered before falling back asleep. The next morning he felt a body against his, instinctively he threw an arm over, his arm resting just beneath the breast. His groggy mind flashed back to last night’s encounter. His cock hardened, instinctively he thrust his hips forwards, meeting the meaty flesh of a juicy ass.. She shivered as he soaped her back, scratching it deliciously. She wiggled her ass while she washed her hair, and Ted began washing his mother's shapely ass, soaping her up good. He worked his hand into the crack, and Joan gave a lewd giggle, arching her ass back into his hand, wiggling it saucily.Suddenly Joan yelped."Hey, watch that shit, guy!" she said. "You're supposed to wash my ass, not stick your finger up it."Ted laughed playfully, goosing his mother again. Joan squealed and tucked her.