..” she gasped. “Me too...” I replied through clinched teeth. Her mouth was slightly open so I took two fingers on my left hand and pushed them ...nto her mouth which she immediately began sucking. She began making high pitched yipping sounds around my fingers while fucking me faster and faster. I pressed my right hand at the back of her head for leverage and began pushing the two fingers of my left hand down her throat. She made moaning and gagging sounds and I suddenly felt a stream of fluid. How depressing.I hate fall. Women begin to wear long pants and coats, hiding their lovely bodies. The weather changes, and so do they. They aren't as carefree, as happy, as flirtatious, as if their blood had cooled with the change of season.But all that summer had been very different. When our next door neighbor's daughter Linda came home, after spending her Freshman year of college away in a dorm, it had set off a wonderful chain of events. The Colemans had a pool, and most days Linda was out. I step up again and reach out to lay my big hand on her rather large, sheet-covered breast, fully expecting her to protest, while I say, “I can try …… but are you really sure that YOU want me to?” Her eyes snap back up to look at me. “Or would you really rather live out your fantasy?”She stumbles with her words. “No, Bryan …… I can’t …… we can’t …… do that …… that’s i****t! You’re … my son …… and I’m … I’m … your mother! And …… and …… we can’t …… we can’t …… do that!”I gently squeeze her breast. She piled her long, auburn colored hair on the top of her head, held up in a neat but bizarre hairdo by perhaps twenty old fashioned hair pins. She had married Reverend Simpkins about fifteen months ago, he a gangling Texan she'd met at their college in Oklahoma.Her father, who ran a large and prosperous congregation up in Broward County, was sponsoring Simpkins, backing the younger man's satellite church in inner city Miami. Why the two newlyweds had set up in an area that was populated by.