But, even though your nose is only a couple of inches away from Hisdirty black junk, just far enough away that you can barely focus on thehorrific de...ails, pubic hairs matted and plastered down with yourdrooling spit, the thick base of His cock, the ugly veins running allover it, the thick veins visibly throbbing with coursing bloodlfow, thevalves actually pulsing with His strong and slow heartbeat, and thehorrific stench, of leftover, dried cum, mixed with your own spit, andwith the faint and. I increased my pace with time and started sucking her breast again increasing the volume and rates of her moans. Soon i felt pressure building up so i withdrew my dick and told her to come in cowgirl position. We rolled on bed and i got on my back.She got my dick in her hand sucked it for a few strokes cleaning her wetness and lubricating it again with her saliva and positioned her pussy above my dick. She rubbed my dick head on her slit with her head raised and closed eyes feeling the pleasure. When I reeled in the hook had gone.I put the rod down and went back to mother. She was pouring tea from the thermos flask."Must have been a small shark," I said. "Had no chance of holding it with what I've got."We drank our tea and mother returned to her fossil hunt. I put a spare hook on the line and tried again.The afternoon seemed to laze by, and I lost interest in fishing, and turned to watch mother working at the cliff base. She moved like a lissome young woman and I noted her shapely long. . I have to... Oh, God, I'm going to fuck you!" he cried, and in lust-aroused excitement jerked his hips forward with all his strength, driving his long, rigid penis with a heavy stroke deep into the forbidden depths of her cunt.Oh, God! It was true! It was her own son she was fucking! But Donna couldn't stop him, didn't want to stop him, and she arched her hips up to receive him. "Oh, God... God, it's a mistake. Wrong! Oh, God... God!" she cried as the virile young shaft of hopelessly excited.