It was getting hot, our bodies pressed together. Mom and I were both starting to sweat, and her hot, misty thighs began tugging at my shorts as they m...ved with each bump.My cock grew with each gyration. Worse, I realized I had forgotten to tie the waist of my shorts this morning; my cock head began to protrude from the top of my shorts, ever more as it grew and mom's movements pulled down my shorts.After one more bounce mom stood up, pushed my knees apart and sat down firmly on the top of my. I had never had more than one orgasm at a time. I didn’t even think about multiple orgasms. He did. Three orgasms later, I was that limp, satisfied woman, who wanted nothing more than a chance to snooze in warmth, next to my man. He kissed me as he came in me again, and this time I felt the pulsing of his penis as it delivered another ball of heat to my middle.Then, held in his arms, I heard the click of the lamp switch and saw the light go dark through my eyelids ... and slept.I woke up when. Her eyes still lowered, her lips parted just enough to allow the tip of her tongue to gently trace from corner to corner across the lower lip, she gives out an almost inaudible sigh as she allows the bra to slip outward, downward off those nearly perfectly symmetrical mounds the size of not so small grapefruits as they jiggle, sway to a standstill. The now fully exposed brown areolas the size of silver dollars, the nipples thick, perfectly centered, the rest of her tanned breasts appear barely. “Your mistake was in trying to catch yourself ... what was it you said, Milady? Three times?”“Yes, three times.”“I... ow ... I just should have let myself fall?”“Yes sir,” Nocturnia said. “Trying to catch yourself twisted and strained a lot of muscle groups. Just going down, putting your hands out to protect your face, probably would have been easier on you.”“When... damn ... treadmills attack...”“I think we’ll take tomorrow off from the gym,” Donna said. “I doubt you’re going to feel like.