It was as if she was an actress and the scene she had just played was over with and she was leading off the next act of a play. I was stunned at the q...ickness of her transformation but managed to mumble something to her and nod in the affirmative.An interplay began between her eyes and her mouth that fascinated me. As incredible as it was to believe given the context of our meeting, I could have sworn that she was flirting with me.I took inventory of her, the white hair, the ample bosom, green. I could tell that he wanted more. I was not sure what I was supposed to do, but I was pretty good at thinking things through off the top of my head. “Isn’t that right Mr. Williams?” I asked leaning back up and pressing my body against my mother. She wrapped her arms around me and began to run her hands up my stomach until she reached my breasts and cupped them both in her hands. I let out a light moan. “Right,” he said with a shaky yet excited voice. I knew that we had this one in the bag, but. At this, Brent now openly gawked. Hanging from the horse’s sheath was the thickest, longest cock he had ever seen. Even limp, its girth far surpassed his own, vein-laden and black. It hung to just above the equine’s knees, the wide, blunt but slightly-rounded crown bumping against the equine’s thighs."Sixteen." The horse whickered to him, in a low but friendly and pleasant voice.Brent staired, nearly falling over backward, catching himself on the shower knobs, then making a weak attempt to look. I pushed her bra over her tits to reveal their full speldour. Long hard nipples, I pinched and squeezed, her groans started to fill the room. I pushed her back, gripping the throat and devoured both her breasts in turn. She reached under, unzipped my jeans, releasing my meat. She stroked the thick shaft and run her hand over the large head, covering her fingers in precum before putting them in her mouth.Sucking hard on her tits, I reached down to unzip her. As I did I could smell her soaked.