She wished me and came forward to hug me. This was just what I was waiting for, and I made sure I was giving her the tightest hug she would have ever ...ot. I had my hands wrapped around her with force. I was pushing her deeper and deeper into my body.I was literally trying to crush her. I wanted her to feel the degree of sexual craving every single inch of my body had for her. My mother too was hugging me back with all her love. I kissed her on her cheeks, a kiss filled only with lust and no. Anyway, as I said, I was looking for one of the two porn tapes that I had in my collection. One tape had movies that depicted mother/son stories and the other, brother/sister themes. I was looking for the former which I had a peculiar preference for. It had two movies.One I entitled, ‘Dial M for Murder’ and the other, ‘Throw Momma >From The Train.’ These were the substitutes I had used to mask the real titles, ‘Dial M for MOTHER’ and ‘BLOW Momma On The Train.’To my horror, the tape was missing.. I recognised the telltale signs of her climaxes, and on each one she thrust just a little harder. On her third orgasm, she took me with her, and I had another incredible orgasm of my own. Amazingly, this time I wasn’t even hard as I felt an explosion of sheer ecstasy rush from between my legs to the tips of my toes and the crown of my head. Hannah must have just finished her fourth or fifth one before she finally collapsed on top of me, exhausted. She climbed up me and lay in my arms. We both. Very shortly he said, looking at the clock, you've only been here three quarters of an hour on a three-hour contract that was planned, what you say we get cleaned up and go have a nice dinner, a bottle wine and do some dancing. Wow, I didn't know what to say, so I just said, that sounds great to me. We took a shower together with a lot of touchy-freely. He helped me get my dress on and adjusted. He held out his arm and I took it. We went out the door and walked down the hall to the elevators. I.