The resulting movement mocked the fucking action and for a moment he was performing the age-old rhythm against his mother's arse.Helen gasped at the b...atant contact, her mind instantly recording his size and the rigidity of his member. Speech failed her and she could only stand unmoving as he retrieved his cereal and slowly disengaged from his obviously sexual thrust. Before she could recover her composure, he had moved to the table and poured the cereal into his bowl. A part of her was angry. With one hand I grab her shoulder. She didn’t say anything. She was resting her head on my shoulder while eyes closed. She closed her eyes. I know I have to be careful as she is just drunk, not unconscious. I slowly climbed down her shoulder and pressed her side boob that was showing from her bra. She didn’t move.I kept going deeper and deeper inside her cleavage until I touch her bra. I then tried to call her. She didn’t respond. I know she is enjoying now. I slowly grabbed her shoulder and. They came from beyond him. He could feel Bena in the emotions. He could feel her, and she felt close. She was in danger and upset but she had no fear.She had called. He would answer. It was a truth he felt in his very bones.Was he back? Had he ever left? The ‘Time of Remembrance’, the time with his family – his dead family – had that been real?He felt so confused. Nothing made sense. His memories were jumbled. HE was jumbled.He was ... standing. Should he be standing? It was strange – whenever. Seeing that she was responsive, George speeded up and resumed his sexual pounding. He released her torn nipple and said, "Sorry about that, I didn't mean to hurt you, but I couldn't cum just then, it was too soon, you see." George kept up his assault on her sopping cunt as he spoke. Susan soon joined him in thrusting as she felt her second orgasm approaching.George was pinching Susan's uninjured nipple and she was squeezing his nut sack as they erupted together into orgasm. George keep stroking.