And those dancers legs made her hips and ass look even better. Seeing that pussy being a little swollen made my cock lurch a little. It had been a lon... week.She stopped posing and ran at me, launching herself so I would fall back into the bed with her on top of me. She tried to ram her tongue as far down my throat as she could. The vibrator was still buzzing so she reached over and tried to turn it off. It took her a second as she didn’t seem to be overly familiar with it.“I am soo glad you’re. She some how freed her lips and started crying in some lower voice as uuuuuuuuuuiiiiiii mamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! Hhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh! Nikaaaaaaaaalooooooo! Plllleeeeeeezzzzzzzzze bahut dard ho raha hai. Uuuuuuuuuuufffffffffff! I caressed her in her heirs and rubbed her back a little while she rolled down a lot of water from her eyes. Then I kissed her eyes and gave two/three pushes again and she resisted me to do this. She also tried to get freed herself beneath me but I had made. Some with lick get to do it.”‘You mean sons desire their mothers,’ she asked.‘Yes, they do. I do. Even your son will have that secret wish, I am sure, ‘I said.She was by then aroused and excited and normal thinking was not possible.‘I did not know that”, said she. “Poor boys.”“Sex is only an expression of love. Don’t you love me more now, after I put my seeds in to your cunt” I askedShe nodded. My wife also looked convinced.To reinforce the idea I said. A mother and son share all the love. Or maybe I didn't want to recognize it. The short name for it is lust. And fury. Maybe both. And by lust, I mean uncontrollable explosive the world disappears and you see stars and it turns you inside out lust. That kind of lust."Persephone took a deep breath, but she wasn't finished."And by fury, I mean you want to fuck him to death, if he doesn't fuck you to death first. Either way is fine."Jesus Christ, I thought. Harry's unleashed a monster. A petite monster but a monster nonetheless. I was.