I knew it had to hurt her but I didn't care. After about five or six thrusts her insides moistened a bit allowing less friction and more pleasure for ...oth of us. I fucked my mother's cunt hard while I mauled her big tits through the material of her nightgown.Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! I filled my mother's cunt with my incestuous seed. I pulled out quickly making a mess of her sheets and left her bed without saying another word. I went back to my own bed falling into a deep restful sleep until. Hotter now? It's only been a few years.The studying quickly went to YouTube-ing. Right before I left her, looking back at it, I probably never should’ve asked her this, but I asked her to lick her lips. I had an urge to do it."Why?" she said."Just once, lick them."I was lying.She did it quickly the first time, hesitantly. I got erect just looking at her do it."Slowly..." I said, looking in her eyes.She let out a light laugh and licked them slowly."You have not changed."I smiled and simply said. As he plugged it in the laptop dinged to signal it had been plugged in.He stiffened as he realized what had happened. I slid the laptop to him across the table, picked up the bottle of jack, and poured him a shot. He was pale, and wobbled to his seat. As he sat I put the glass in his hand and he downed it.I turned the laptop toward him, so he could see the bright charging light on the laptop. He looked at it, he looked at us, he looked at the laptop, his glass, then downed the remainder.“My. Just like nothing had changed.Then, surprisingly, he spoke up, just as I was drifting off to sleep. "Remember, dearest wife, tomorrow is a new day." Suddenly, I didn't feel much very sleepy. I laid beside him, muscles tense, as I imagined what was in store for me tomorrow. And all the tomorrows to follow.Nothing, not even my imagination, had prepared me for the morning of my first "tomorrow." He didn't have me cook him breakfast, as he'd always requested. He didn't even head to the privacy of.