She cries out loudly and scares the shit out of me. She continues grunting and crying out, but I don’t stop. Instead, my primal instincts take full ...ontrol and I’m fucking her steaming pussy wildly. I begin to take longer strokes and am still reaching bottom. The repeated banging on my cock head is causing it to hurt. Damn, her pussy is just too small. Frustrated, I grab her legs behind the knees and pull them directly up and then forward. Beth’s legs end up under my arms and I hold her there.. They're common or garden retro '50sfrocks that have been altered solely for the purpose of showing off thewearer's breasts.And this is a religious movement? What's their holy book, Erica Jong's Fearof Flying?I sit at the dressing table and go through the various compartments,bringing out an assortment of necklaces, rings and loose stones that appearto be made of nothing more precious than coloured glass. Thankfully I don'tsee any spiked leather chokers, dog leads, whips or sets. She knew how I felt about her, that I had feelings for her no daughter should have for her mother. A cold wave of fear washed over me. Would she kick me out? Would she never speak to me again because of my taboo desires?“I never told you but I could feel each time you shuddered. I could feel all the times you gasped and sighed.” I gulped, though quietly. What was this all about? “However, I’m not mad. I’m kind of flattered you find me so attractive, even if I’m your mother. I have to admit it. "Even lower!" I mover further south to her asshole and foundthat it had been fucked, too! There was cum dripping out that had adistinctly unpleasant flavor and her hole was a tiny bit red, swollen,and gaped open just a touch.I licked the cum from the light hair that surrounded her hole first. Asunpleasant as that was, I wsn't looking forward to licking her shitholeitself. Eventually, though, I got to it. I nearly vomited at thetaste, but managed to keep it together and relax a bit. I.