It was just a perfect delight to have her squeezing her cunt around my shaft. I reveled in the taboo have of my mother’s pussy. She birthed me.I bel...nged in her. It was always rapturous to be back in her.She squeezed her cunt down around my dick. She held me tight as I throbbed in her. I just savored this moment, making out with her. It was like it was just me and her right now. No one else but us savoring this passion.I drew back. She groaned in delight, her hands sliding up and down my back.. The interlude develops into a session of intense touching and rubbing while never slowing the action between our lips. I explored the taste of Marina's kiss deeply as she did the same. Our embrace transpired to arms rubbing backs. One of my hands managed to disconnect itself from her back and fondled one of her breasts. In the same motion, I brought my kisses to the front of her neck. Marina's knees almost went weak. The change can't have been more on cue if she would have spoken it. She. Sensing my discomfort he looks at me, “Don’t.” he says as he smiles at me. “Don’t what, baby?” I chuckle as I feign ignorance. “Don’t be shy baby, I smell YOU. I smell HER,” he smirks. FUCK, I cringe helplessly. I don’t know whether to be embarrassed or aroused by his comment. I’m too shy to make eye contact with him at this point while I figure it out, so I plant a quick kiss on his cheek as I hope to distract him. “May I?” he asks, with a gesture towards my lap which is now locked like a. Well, seeing Mr DiMartino doing that made me madder. It really brought out the feisty side of me. It seemed to take no time at all before I had a plan. It was a good plan too, because it would solve another problem at the same time. But it was also a bad plan, because I was probably about to be downright rude to Mr DiMartino –in case I hadn’t done that already.I looked down the table to Mrs DiMartino. I smiled as sweetly as I could and used my politest voice.“Excuse me, but this table is a tiny.