.," she stopped talking and fell to me bawling her eyes out again. Oddly, her sobbing made her hips pump up and down on my cock slightly, like mini-fu...king."What exactly's wrong? This feels good doesn't it, you enjoy fucking don't you?"She bawled and sobbed and didn't answer for the longest time. I didn't particularly mind, it felt good to have her naked weight on top of me, all the time piercing the depths of her cunt.Finally she spoke, mid-sob. "I'm...I'm...I can't believe I...." On she went,. When the acute soreness began to fade, however, she sought to re-intensify the feeling by wearing rough materials without a bra--which she didn't really need--so that it would rub her nipples. Like her son Bobby, she too masturbated frequently, more than she was used to in the past. And she also fantasized about their second time together. Her vision of the incident differed, however, in that she concentrated on the sight of her son sitting on the very edge of the bed, hands tied behind his. We did this for several minutes, me fingering her cunt, while sucking on her clit, drinking the warm tangy juices that wept from within. Her bobbing up and down on my cock, fingering my balls, humming and moaning as she did so. I started to feel like I was going to cum and tried to pull her off! She wanted nothing to do with that and clamped her lips over the crown of my cock until it erupted in her mouth! Ropes of warm sperm jetted from my cock, coating her tongue, the roof of her mouth. Then. Once inside, he dropped his bags in one of the bedrooms. I watched as he took off his uniform top, and he hung it up in the closet, and threw his "dixie cup" hat on the closet shelf. He walked over to a mirror in the bedroom and flexed a couple of times, his muscles visible under the white t-shirt. I wondered if he was inked, but couldn't see any tatts. Then he sat on the edge of the bed and took his shoes and socks off, and then he made eye contact with me for what seemed like forever. Finally.