It felt great, but it was clearly an uncomfortable position for her. Besides, she had other ideas. She pulled on my pecker for a minute or two with he... hand, and then started to nuzzle it, pressing it to her face, smelling it, breathing it in. She placed a few tentative kisses on it, and finally she ran her tongue up the length of my shaft. The sudden wetness in the cool airflow made me shudder, and at that she plunged down on my cock, taking most of it into her hot, wet mouth. She worked it. 'No! My son is good' she said.'How do you say so' he asked?'He does so many things for me' she replied.'Like?' 'Like, he takes me on a drive. He prepares coffee for me. He does my face. He does my armpits and he massages my face, neck and so on'. She replied.'Has he ever massaged them' he said looking at her bosom?'No, he has just touched them' she replied.'Do you intend to let him massage them' he asked.'No, not here, it is too crowded a place' she replied.'Then where' he asked bringing her. With her blood-soaked hands, she pushed the stone against the exposed bones of her skull. Again the stone burned and seated itself in the bones and the skin knitted and sealed the stone in place. Again, the light turned to a deep blood red and pulsed and flickered with the very thoughts of her mind. She turned and grinned at the dying woman. “Now old one, where are the rest of the stone shards.” The old Queen turned her head towards the box on a high shelf. The girl smiled a cruel smile and. "Yes baby," he murmured. I felt his hands begin running thru my hair, caressing my neck with his fingers. I was enjoying his touch and did not really notice his hands were slowly maneuvering my face closer and closer to my mother's privates. I opened my mouth to protest when her pushed and held my mouth against her pussy."Lick it sweetie, lick it for daddy," his voice pleaded. "Use your tongue and lap at it, make her wiggle." The warmth of her pussy on my lips was ecstatic and the taste of her.