I woke in complete darkness with everything still and the only sound to be heard was the continuing fall of rain. I was disorientated but instinctivel... I didn't move or give any indication that I was awake and I soon remembered that I was curled up in one sleeping bag with my mother. I quickly became aware that my hand was no longer resting on the neutral territory of Mom's tummy but during my sleep had somehow managed to find its' way to her breast. Mom's tee-shirt was now bunched up under her. "Pardon my language, Mom, but I still feel crappy. It's like my head is in a fog."Susan sighed. "I know exactly what you mean. I feel terrible. I should NEVER drink more than one glass of wine." She sighed again, and stared longingly at Alan's crotch, even though there was no bulge there.She added tentatively, "Son, speaking of ... rousing you ... I'm concerned." Why?" He gave Suzanne a brief peck on her cheek.Susan spoke earnestly, "Think about it. When was the last time you had an orgasm?. It may be a story I don't know." That's far more than I got out of it. Willing to look at another?" Sure." She lifted it away, revealing a smaller bark picture."I laughed."That funny?" That one's fairly recent. Say, under 60 years. It's a story from one of the children's books about Abo myths. It's Purupriki being carried off by the flying foxes. See, these are all large black bats. The story's in The Dreamtime. Published in the '60s. It's far too representational to be old." Wow! You make it. Ohh you are so good Akshay just drills my hole Akshay. Ohh common Akshay you are sexy just insert your dick inside me. I was ready now. I put a condom on my dick and put her legs on my shoulder and one big push are my dick was inside her vagina.“Aaahaaa aaaah fuck me Akshay fuck me harder,” she started to tell me. I was fucking her the best of energy I had and like there was no tomorrow. My both hands are on her boobs and I am pressing her hard. She was really enjoying my fuck.She was perfect.