Thori der baad usne mere chati par sar rakh di. Maine ek hath uske kamar ko pakar liya, wo aur chipak gayi. Itna kafi tha mere liye ye samajhne k liye...ki wo kya chahti hai. Itne mei maine mehsoos kiya ki kuch mere lund ko chhu raha hai, thora ruka to pta chala ki badmash saarika meri lund par haath fer rahi hai. Maine aur daba diya use. Wo hasne lagi. Main bhi kam na tha, maine uske chut pakar li aur wo achanak seedhi khari ho gayi., uska weak point tha mujhe pta tha. Ye kuch der chalta raha.. Pleasure shot down to my cunt as I imagined my son watching me. My hips wiggled from side to side as I nursed. Delight sparked. My left hand slid down my flat belly to my sweat pants. I pushed them down, working awkwardly one-handed as I swayed to the fire in my belly.I kept sucking and nursing, imagining all the naughty things my son would say to me. He'd stroke that massive cock, the muscles in his arms rippling. So turned on by his hot mommy. My pussy clenched, my poor panties a sodden. There was no hint of fear, no apprehension, just a dull ache in the small of her back and a persistent throb in her crotch. Her wits returned a little at a time, and she saw that she was in a clearing surrounded by large, graceful pines with the alluring scent of honeysuckle filling her senses. Naked and alone, she watched the trees sway above her, startled by the desire that coursed through her body. The branches tumbled overhead, as if beckoning to forces unknown to the girl. She. But you asked a question, and I gave you an answer. You wondered about us cumming together. We can talk about it, but then what we share is words, our spin on the events we share. But if we share it another way, in real time, it isn’t spin. It’s not my editorial narrative about how I am cumming for you. I am literally cumming WITH you.”“What if someone sees?”“Who? Sees what? It’s real time, not a videotape. After it’s done, all that is left are the memories. And probably a big wet spot to clean.