Her own son was going to fuck her ... and she was going to let him ... she couldn’t stop him. Her mind screamed “No!” but her body screamed, “...es.”Eric began to slowly pull his cock from his mother’s pulsing pussy. When he had it almost all the way out he thrust back in with one push.“Ahhhhheeeee!!!” Melissa screamed. She felt every inch of his cock as it rubbed against the walls of her long denied pussy. At the same time his position on top of her allowed the top section of his cock to rub her. Prakash left and I perhaps was the only male in the Farm House. I got up and thought of going for a bath in the pool. While I was removing my cloth, a girl around 26 came to my room and asked Sahib what you will take in lunch. I was in my underwear at that time; I take my towel round to me and asked about her. She told her name is Nitika and she is daughter of Prakash. She was a beautiful lady with good facial features, slim with a well developed breasts and buttocks. She was white and had. Our first kiss started tentatively. My mother simply stood there with my lips compressed against hers. I felt her tense up when I slid my hands into the elastic waistband of her pyjamas and felt the skin of her buttocks under my touch.She breathed out a low, “No,” and then moaned when my fingers moved lower, reaching further along the crease of her backside until they came into contact with the wet cleft of her pussy from behind.My fingertips slid around the unfamiliar folds of my mother’s sex. It went through me wave after wave, heightened by the feel of his tongue on my clit. He held onto my waist kissing my pussy as my orgasm subsided. I lay on the seat still feeling the sensation coursing through my body. He pushed my dress up my body and worked his way up my tummy with his lips and tongue tickling my sides. I pushed his jeans down with my feet and as he reached my mouth to kiss me and share my sweet juices, I felt his dick press against my pussy. I lifted myself up and pulled.