And he noticed there were no sounds. Nothing.“Weird,” he said to himself. He moved until he was standing directly in front of his mother and waved...his hand in front of her face.No reaction.He poked her shoulder.No reaction.Then he smiled to himself. He concluded he must be in some kind of dream. And in the mood he was in, there was only one thing he wanted to do. Slowly, Warren pulled his arm back, and then whipped his hand as hard as he could against his mother's face.No reaction.Well, not. I couldn't give a fuck.'Do you want to slap my vag a bit?' She asked.Seemed like a rhetorical question to me so in reply I knelt at the side of her head and fed her my cock again. She got to work on that and I reached down to spread her legs and give her clit a little flick. She had a bit of a bush, trimmed, but in need of some tlc. 'You should shave.' I told her.'Mmmmllggh' she repiled. I started to fuck her mouth. The little make up she had been wearing was starting to smear and I spat on. She applied strong grips to my thighs as well, so she knew what Mary was doing indeed, letting me in the shallow side to start with, even though she wanted to dive in headfirst to the deep end. I couldn't even fathom that at that moment, but I was still more than willing to take that dip in due time.She moved her face back and forth from time to time and massaged my lips towards the bottom too. Even though I couldn't see her, I felt it quite vividly, like she was painting a picture in my mind.I. "If you do what I think you're going to do, I'm going to blow my load all over the shower wall," he warned me."Wouldn't that be a shame," I said, and pressed inward with my middle finger."Ohhhh, God... " I felt his dick flex hard into my hand as I sunk my soapy finger in to the second knuckle. I stroked him once, then twice, and on the third time I swore I could feel the come flood up his dick and push past the tip. He shot a blast that flew out of the head and struck the wall about twelve.