"I drove up to the big barn and Merlin was standing out front waiting for me."How many jars did you collect, Carl?" he asked as we began to put them o... pallets."Sixty-three, Merlin. That should be all of them."Merlin was stroking his chin and looked a bit concerned."You thinking that's not all of them?" I asked him."I was pretty sure we shipped sixty-four," he said."Oh. Well ... I wonder where the other one could be?" I said, scratching my head. I was pretty sure I'd collected all the jars at. She hadn’t had a boyfriend in a while, so most of the time would masturbate late at night.She was a moaner and a screamer when she had orgasms which always woke her son David up. He was already mesmerized by his mother’s enormous breasts and voluptuous body. He often smelled her dirty panties when he did the wash. A few times, he would smell her pussy scent while masturbating with another pair around his cock. He’d always blow a nice load in her panties.It was around two in the morning when. Her eyes clenched tight. She tossed her head back and forth trying hard to hold back her flow.He lowered his face. His tongue slipped inside her then moved up to her clitoris. He sucked her hard into his mouth. His finger slipped back into her as he continued to suck. She began to beat the bed with her fists. She would raise her upper body up and then fall back down. She was in agony. Tears flowed down the side of her pale face. Sweat beaded up between her breasts. Her juices seeped as she. Her fingers parted me gently and she licked top to bottom. I found myself catching my breath with each stroke, my hips leaning into her, trying to draw her warm mouth more fully onto me. As if reading my body language, she consumed me suddenly, the length of her tongue pushing me open as her hot breath and lips pulled gently at my clit. "OHH!" I exclaimed, losing myself completely to the feeling. "Ohhh, oh god mom, keep doing that..." She answered by pushing me down flat on the sofa, pulling my.