She moaned so much then she climaxed. All her juices flowed right into my mouth. It tasted weird. "That was good." "Now if I let you do me in my vagin... you can pull out in enough time right?" "Yeah no prob!" I honestly had no idea if I could control myself.She hopped onto the table where we kept props and shoved them all off and layed on her back streching her pussy out with her 2 fingers. "Cum on in Jake." I slowly went in then when it got to where my balls touched her butt I started moving. I held her like that for a few minutes, and we just enjoyed the steam of the shower as I started to go soft inside of her. When I was soft enough, I started to squeeze a little, trying to force myself... I reached around and rubbed on her clitoris. She was enjoying the sensation when she let out a little gasp of surprise as she felt me start to pee inside of her. I kept rubbing her clit and she reached over to the wall to brace herself. She moaned louder and louder as I filled her up inside. Her mind was clearly being affected. Maybe just because she had never been pushed to these extremes before. Perhaps she was delirious and physically in much worse shape than she thought. She was quite aware of primitive rituals, rites of passage, the vision quest and how extremes of the body could create extremes of the mind, archaeology is a specific branch of anthropology after all. The torture of pleasure she was currently enduring added an intensity that was definitely an extreme of the. Hey, I wasnt complaining. Her sexual preferences were changing. She enjoyed being on top more. Gave her more room and freedom. Plus, having her ever-growing womb right in front of me while I had my cock buried deep inside of her was a massive turn-on. She had started researching ways for us to get married. She was in a toss up between legally getting married as mother and son, getting married using fake identities, or moving to a different town and claiming to be married. The legal aspects.