“Err… you and I?” he asked blushing deeply.“Really Chris, you don’t remember?” she feigned indignantly.He looked up staring into her eyes ...rying to imagine them through a mask but failing. “I… crap… no I don’t think we did.”“How many did you fuck?”He shook his head dropping his eyes; his fist curling around his single piece of evidence in his pocket, “It’s not that.”“I’m that forgettable?” a smile spreading across her mouth as he sat there like a guilty child.“God no,” he said to the luxurious. I too smiled. But this time she came close, sitting near to, smiled and making a kidding expression asked me “hey guy who was the girl that you were thinking while having the fun”.I didn’t miss this chance and purposefully called “mom it’s you”. She was shocked to hear that from me. But kept silent and asked me why? I told about her looks which made me think of her and my intension towards her. I then directly said “mom I want to fuck you and I am not kidding.Mom was again shocked and told me. A pulsing stream of red ran from his mouth and neck, and he held one good arm over the other, which was little more than a mass of tangled flesh. "We're under attack... by surprise... they..." he trailed off when he saw the arrayed standoff in the clearing.Though none of the soldiers abandoned their aim to look at the new arrival, all ears in the clearing had tuned into the man's voice, muscles tense and throats dry. Then two more battered and bloody men rushed out from the trees, then a group. At that moment, just before her peak, he pushed a button that released the air in the inflated cuff on the massive cork plugging her bottom. As the first orgasmic spasm ripped through her body, the nozzle, along with a thick stream of hot fluid, burst from her widely stretched asshole. She squealed again with tears of ecstasy and relief running down her face. With each wrenching orgasmic spasm, the cum-like juice spewed from her ass like from a high pressure pump. Her voice rose to a high.