There isn't much of anything that we haven't done. Along the way, we even discovered she could ejaculate. I had always been skeptical of whether it wa... possible. Well, it is and it tastes delicious. Anyhow, this recent experience was after a long night of mostly foreplay including squirting, footsex, vibe play, rimming(mutual) and even watersports. It got to be very late and we were getting tired. She had come several times but I hadn't. At that point it didn't bother me so much as I was ready. I waited, rather impatiently, with one hand on clit duty and tweaking my nipples with the other. As expected, that combination felt good so I quietly leaned back and enjoyed my own little bit of foreplay until I heard her finally flush and wash her hands on the way out.I swiveled so I sat sideways on the toilet seat and could lean back against one wall, putting my foot up on the other one. That gave me good access to both my clit and my dripping wet pussy, so I started to stroke the first and. How could she feel this way about a boy young enough to be her son? She didn't care, she was living for the moment; the moment when he would slide his manliness into her. The moment she felt his hard body begin to spasm in sex and the moment when his hot cum poured into her waiting and hungry pussy. This is what she wanted and she didn't care how she got it. They looked at each other, each reading the other's thoughts, each knowing instinctively what the other wanted.. He was my stepdad and why my mom married him I would never know. He wasn't ugly. He was huge. 6 foot 4 and 285 pounds of solid muscle. He was a very dark skinned black man with a full mouth. He was 43. He was a drunk and a womanizer. My mom was past the best years of her looks but was still an attractive woman. 5 foot 6 with light dirty blonde hair, carrying a little extra weight, and her breasts had started to sag. She had beautiful blue eyes and a gorgeous smile. She had had a progression of.