.. lick me more... more... oohhh, lick me! Lick me, you beautiful brute... !Dianne hardly knew what she was saying, her overwhelming desire had built ...o that intensity... but abruptly, she realized the loss of his delightful tongue and lifted her head to gape in confused disappointment."Oh please... please don't stop, lover!" she almost pathetically hissed down at him, suddenly grasping hold of his huge head with gentle hands. "More, baby... lick it more... please... ?"He let her guide him back. She screamed, "I'm your mother you bastard. You're crazy. Stop it right now. You're crazy. "With one swift yank I tore her night gown open from top to bottom.She screamed, "Dear God what are you doing? I'm your mother. Mother and son!!!!!! Jesus, Mary and Joseph!! This is dirty and wrong. Oh baby, please stop this. Please stop."I tried to kiss her but she would not give her lips to me. She was sobbing and yelling and cursing me. I kissed her neck and ears. I sucked her neck and softly bit it. I. She rubbed her finger over the tattoo of the letter J on her inner thigh. It had been a present for john. She had 4 tattoos in total but this was her favourite. It was john. Nobody could see it except him and the beauty ther****t. It was real close to her cunny. The guy that did it got a real treat that day. She lifted her leg a little and sc****d some dried semen off her leg and giggled. For 4 days they had fucked and fucked and fucked some more. She stepped into the bath and lay back. She. I looked ahead, my eyes focused beyond the walls.The afternoon rolled on and gave way to evening, though not without preventative masturbation and a cold shower to clear my brain. Dinner was tacos and microwave burritos, but fresh from a semester of ramen noodles and peanut butter this was Thanksgiving in the summer. I could've gone to my mom's instead, and eaten like this all of the time but, since she moved across the state, visiting her would have meant not seeing my friends. Jay and Corey's.