You have to understand me: my mother, Lucie, 39, has not known a man - at least not that I know of - since my father died. It had been discussed befor..., she explained to me that a relationship with another man did not tempt her anymore, my father's memory was very strong and that she didn't care at all. So, I wasn't going to interrupt the little sexual pleasure she was having.One fine day, when I was in my room, working on one of my classes, my mother called me downstairs. The movie she wanted. But her development in the tit department belied her true age. Firm and pear shaped, her tits jutted out as if she'd just been awarded a blue ribbon. We made eye contact and she smiled at me. Instant hard on! But I figured this was just stuff for a later fantasy because her mother was standing beside her and I wasn't fucking around with any jailbait. At least not with her Momma present.I began to check the mother out. She wore a peasant scoop-neck blouse and seemed to have no qualms about. Looking around, it was pretty peaceful. The full moon, no noise except the tide rolling in, and myself was all that was around. I’ll admit, I was pretty trashed but I still had my wits about me. I sat in peace for a little while and pondered random thoughts in my head and…bingo. This was it. This was the moment of all moments. It’s quiet, it’s dark, and there isn’t a soul that’s coherent for miles. “Let’s go wake up Cindy.” When you walk in the master bedroom of the beach house, the bed is. Her eyes were wide open. She ran her tongue down my 9 3/4 inch shaft sucking the tip of my big purple head. She closed her yes again and I continued to fuck her face. I could hear the milk machine and her milk being sucked out her big fat juggs. She put her hand on my balls and were playing with them as I fucked her face.She pulled my dick out of her mouth. "I think I need some new bottles. My milk is backing up!!!!" she said. I quickly dismounted her face. I walked back to the kitchen. I.