A little fun for ourselves is all we have, why not try to make it more fun, more, um, erotic, more enjoyable. I won't ever tell anyone, you know that....It's just you and me." But, well, I'm your mother not your girlfriend," I said, knowing it was a pretty lame argument."If that's supposed to mean that you're not sexy any more, well, I can tell you that you are wrong, very wrong. Maybe you'll be mad at me but I can tell you that you give erections to your youngest son, you're pretty hot, Mom. Why. I did notice how soft the fur was for about ten seconds before I pulled him down on top of me. I needed that big cock in me, and I needed it now. I needn't have worried, as Gus was hard again and entered my dripping pussy with one long fierce thrust. We started to pound into each other then. We were both out of control and as horny as could be. He slammed every inch of that long cock into me, and I thrust my hips into him on every stroke. This was not love or sex. No, this was purely and simply. God, I was so embarassed and ashamed, yet unable to leave. Should I apologize, should I just quietly slink off to my room."I...I...um, I'm sooo sorry Bren." She was as surprided as me. Unable to respond she looked at me wide-eyed and speechless. A trace of a blush appearing on her cheeks as she attempted to cover her breasts with crossed arms. Again my need to see more overpowered me and my eyes locked onto her exposed bush. The thick, wild pubic hair contrasting with her pale skin was. Experimenting with the red, blue and green globes, she became minimally proficient positioning the gate--within the confines of her bedroom, at least. The thought of exceeding the bedroom’s bounds, was daunting.“Where do I want to go?” Checking her cell phone revealed the time in 2014 to be 10:59 pm. She hadn’t messed with the temporal globe, so theoretically, time stood still on the 2014 end at 10:45 pm. Too late to even consider getting anything constructive done tonight. And she was dressed.