"Rose, stop it! There is no Donald, he no longer exists. How many times do I have to tell you that? Little Donald is now called Robert and he has no r...collection of you whatsoever. He has a new family, a new mommy, far away from Baton Rouge. I have washed away the stain caused by your little bastard. For that you should thank me."The fire that had been in Rose's eyes dimmed. Donald had been taken from her ten years before and she knew in her heart that what Osvaldo was saying was true. He had. Most days she’s more or less awake but once or twice a week she gets completely out of it.” As he’d been talking he’d come round to the side of the sofa and he flipped his mother’s skirt up round her waist. Not that “waist” was too accurate as Mrs Miller was carrying a lot of weight. What was exposed were a pair of large white cotton knickers pulled high over a large belly but my attention was on the bulge below that. Tommy pushed his mother’s legs together hooked his fingers at either side of. ‘Oooohhhhh, fuck yes, yes, yes. Aaaagggghhh,’ was all we heard as her orgasm hit. ‘Oh fuck my arse with your finger, lick me.’ Poor Guy, she had his head pressed tightly to her boobs and I don’t think he could move. I continued to finger fuck her bottom and lick her because now she was going to experience almost continual stimulation. Raising my head momentarily I said to Guy, ‘Take her mouth Guy, she’s going to suck you while I fuck her.’ I went back to licking her pussy and clit, and finger. At this point it was obvious what she wanted, I got up and grabbed her by the hips and slid her back on the bed and pulled her skirt off and shoved my face into her sopping wet pussy, running my tongue up and down her clit. At that point I got up and laid next to her. I told her I wanted her to sit on my face while I ate her out. As I ate her as if she was a feed bag, she undid my belt and pants with one hand and pulled my hard cock out and started to stroke me. The closer she go to climax she.