You wilt a little, waiting, while your mind is still racing with the possibilities of what might happen, still torn about whether you want it, whether...wanting it is betrayal, whilst your body gives you away, the throb and wetness of your cunt an increasingly strong presence on your consciousness. You realise that there's a thought increasingly dominating all others: you really want to be fucked. You want to feel my cock inside your wet pussy finally. The awareness of this makes you a little. We kissed on the mouth."Hey!" I said. "I'm not tasting any tobacco smoke in our kisses. I guess you're officially a non-smoker now."She folded her umbrella and stepped inside the house. I helped her out of her raincoat. She was wearing her usual thick glasses, a baggy sweater, blue jeans and big clunky punk-style boots. The boots were a holdover from Reform School days. We were allowed to dress any way we liked on weekends, and Darla liked to dress up like Daria, an animated cartoon character. She was breathing hard… no she was panting! Now that she was no longer biting her lip to keep herself from crying out, her heart was pounding and she could feel her own pulse pounding in her temples. Every move of her fingers now sent waves of lurid pleasure washing through her conscious, washing away any traces of shame or guilt over having cum while thinking of her sone! It was such a decadent thought! She shuddered and smiled.She thought she heard something and she opened her eyes! It was. Just long enough to etch it in my memory bank forever and to take her to the edge. I wanted her to leave this situation needing more from me. But right now I had to take care of my own needs. I stood up, replacing my tongue with my thumb in her ass and once again put my dick inside her puffy cunt. I pumped much harder than before this time, and as I felt her pussy clinching around my cock in orgasm I whispered to her.“Ask me for it, mom”“Ask what?” She huffed between muffled breaths. “Ask me to.