My i****t infatuation has always been an obsession really. Maybe it is because my father died when I was young and this made me grow especially close ...o her. Earlier this year when I turned 18 I came to the realization that my desires towards my mother ran much deeper than just wanting to make love to her. I wanted to be her lover. I wanted to make her my life companion. I came to this conclusion when she and I were watching TV one night. Denise, my mother, I should mention is fairly good. I just wanted with every fibre of my body to just shove it in. Meanwhile she was hurriedly hitching up her skirt and thrusting her panties down her legs, exposing herself to me. I flung every drop of effort into the deed, working back and forth with such vigor she had to hold on to the other side of the desk for support. Her eyes were wide, staring up at the ceiling, her mouth wide open as she rocked back and forth with my effort. There was no stopping me, I wasn’t going to stop for anything.. I leaned up and tried to lick all her pussy juice from her and then thought I could suck on her pussy to get what was left inside. I sucked and tongued her pussy until there were no more juices left. I sat up and pulled her up next to me. Kay looked at me and then started taking my pants down. My 6” cock was rock hard and she immediately lowered her mouth on it and swallowed half. She sucked cock better than anyone I had ever know and she continued to show me just how good she was right then.. I pull it out with a pop, and slide my tongue deep into your mouth, tasting all of you, and pushing your pants down off of you, watching you step out of them as I pull your panties off of you, holding them in my hand, licking the crotch, tasting your wetness on it before discarding it. You reach down and unzip my pants, my bulge pushes hard against the zipper and springs out as you pull down both my pants and my boxers at the same time. I pull your shirt off of you and unclasp your bra,.