What had she said, until I came in her mouth?Her movements became more aggressive and I felt her tongue moving at light speed as she tried to put some...life into my soft dead cock.Normally my dick never had a problem when a pretty woman was in the room - let alone if she wrapped her lips about my dick. But this was my mother for fucks sake! She was doing this for god knows what reason but I knew it was still wrong - that a son should not be getting a blow job from his mother on any day, let. It was sort of understood that for the most privacy my bedroom floor was the best place to put the pad. When the time to turn in came he made a nice little place to sleep at the foot of my bed. I showered and then went into the bedroom with the bath towel around my waist. He got up, still in his plain white boxer shorts, and went to shower. I took off the towel and hung it on the back of the old desk chair.Uncle beau came back, bathed but once again in his boxers. He sat down on his blankets. I. Aunty pointed her fingers on the floor at her feet, I sat on the floor at the edge of the couch. She took her legs over my shoulders to use me as her human furniture. I sat still under her weight.“Here are some set of rules going into these 30 days hubby. You have exams coming in your school in 20 days, so your lovely mature wife would make you study well. Since you are a direct replacement to Anmol, there would be no lesser impacts of consequences on you baby. You should expect no less. She was not the least bit inhibited either. If she wanted to call out obscenities, get on top, or even fart…then she did. That girl could do some incredible things with her pussy. She had talents that I hadn’t even seen yet. Then when that final orgasm possessed her body I had all I could do to hold on. It was gut wrenching, it was off the Richter Scale, and it caused her immense pleasure. I was happy that it had been my cock that had given her that extreme pleasure. She closed her eyes,.