I got on top of her in a missionary position, guiding my hard cock toward her slit. Finding it I gently stroked my length along her channel, letting t...e soft skin of my cock brush her clit. She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me so hard I'm surprised I didn't hear ribs crack.I continued to massage her clit with my hard cock and she purred and gasped. Finally she reached under the covers, took my shaft in her hand and guided me to her opening. She was drenched in her nectar, my cock. That really doesn't matter to the story, except that it's about me and my mother, Claire Henderson. There are a few other people in it too, but they only matter a little. I'll mention them later. My mom's story starts out like a lot of people hope their adult lives will start, with a good marriage to a good man who gave her a good baby - that's me - and they were pretty happy, all things considered. But my father was killed in an accident at the plant and things sort of went to shit starting. Just before she re-opened her eyes, I glanced down quickly at her firm, perfectly proportional breasts and saw the beginning protrusions of her hardening nipples."Myra, you're right, that is the sweetest, most wonderful drink of all. I've only had a few chances to indulge in it but they are all memorable. The very thought of those experiences arouses me. I can still taste the fluids I took from them, still feel the heat of their recent passion, the feel of their wetness, the calmness and. Then he looked into her eyes. They were as cold as the asphalt they were standing on. His frustration grew, wiping the smirk off his face. This was replaced with grinding of his teeth as his face furrowed with anger. Powerfully, he pushed her to a wall of a tall building, making her bang her head against the concrete. It hurt badly, Celeste even thought she could feel blood trickling down her hair and dripping onto the pavement. She imagined the crimson drops being pulled by the gravity and.