"And so does your thing..." She put her mouth back over the head of my cock and worked more and more of it into her warm, inviting mouth.I couldn't be...ieve my mother, a good and proper his in the 1950s, was giving me a blow job, my first blow job in fact! It felt so fucking good! I slid a hand under Mom/Lorraine's dress and cupped her womanhood. Her juices permeated her thick forest of pubes. She moaned around my cock. My other hand kneaded her huge tits through her dress. I wanted to feel the. Jon felt a slight tinge of pain, but the sensation also brought pleasure to his very stiff cock. The light paddling of Jon's cock continued with increasing force and tempo. The pain and pleasure melded to a sensation that hurt, but also felt too good to want it to stop. Again, Jon's cock began to build toward orgasm.As the force of the paddling increased, his cum welled up in his balls and at the base of his cock. Just as he thought he would explode in a shower of thick creamy cum, Lira. Things were pretty good, but he was on thin ice. He needed to keep this job. This was ludicrous; but she needed time to think as she set the coffee and porcelain cups on a silver serving tray. Her mind was spinning as she clip-clopped back to the living room.She tried to blot out her situation. She tried to blot out of her mind that as her hands held the silver platter, she could not shield what the men were looking at. Her snug dress did nothing to hide the jiggling of her long pink nipples as. .The gigantic orgasm that had been built up for over 30 minutes without release surged through her body. So extreme was her cumming that she lost control of her bladder and piss mixed with cum poured from her. Despite being restrained, one wrist tore free. Even as she came TuThoa kept the relentless rubbing of her clit. To protect her, Kim?s brain did the only thing it could: it took control and eased her into the safety of unconsciousness.Now that she was in total control her own desires were.