Christine, just out of reach in the softly reflected light, sat on top of her bedding. She looked at him, smiled, had been waiting. They were in unspo...en unison. There was not going to be anything accidental about Christine’s stripping and Ben’s watching. Or about what could follow.Christine now bent forward, took off her shoes, dropped them to the ground. Then, getting on her knees and sitting back, she half-turned to him. Unhurriedly at ease, it appeared, Christine reached for the seam of her. They relied on one another, leaned on each other for advice, comfort, and support. Small pats on the shoulder, a quick kiss on the cheek. Danny had that kind of warm relationship with his mother, but not with his father, and he had never seen his parents behave that way toward each other. Now, on the verge of adulthood, he was old enough to see that this was not normal, and to wonder what kind of effect it had on his mom to live this way. Never mind what effect it had on Danny to be raised by a. ”“Or my mouth?”“Hmm, that’s a close second.” I gently continued to fill her to the hilt, then draw back inch by inch, feeling every second of our union as keenly as I could. “My little girl is such a talented cocksucker.”“And I’ll only get better if you help me practice.”She was looking for definite confirmation from me that this was more than a one-time thing. I wasn’t going to let her off that easy.“The view from back here reminds me of when I walked in and found you and Becca on your bed. I can feel my pussy tightening around you, building as I get closer and closer to finishing. I want you to cum with me. I want to feel you swell and push into me as we finish together. I want you to push into me as I can’t take any more of you, as you push me over the edge. I bite your ear, grabbing onto your back. Hoping my claws don’t leave too much of a mark as I grip onto you.I tell you, how I want you to cum for me. How I need to feel you pulsing into me. You grab my pelvis, pulling me.