"Ok. We gotta stop," she pleads. "My legs are getting ground into the frame like this." "Ok. Let's get you back up on the bed then." I lift her and la... her on her back, with her head towards the foot of the bed. I walk around the corner of the bed and place my dick next to her mouth without using my hands. I let her get me in her mouth without the use of her hands or mine. As she cranks her head around to suck on me I get an idea. I keep trying to get her to take more of me into her mouth to no. I had an erection the entire walk home. As I came up on our yard I knew two things. First, I was some messed up pervert, and second, I was going to seriously beat off when I got to my room.I pulled open the front door and went in. I had forgotten all about mom's weird behavior that morning. I stopped cold in the living room when I saw her.She was sitting on the couch, still wearing the red dressing gown. There were no empty beer cans around her like there usually was. There were, however, what. Faad de isse.. Mazaa aa gaya”…Pulled me towards her and we were smooching again and were short of breaths as she said that she was going to cum again.. Faster a bit more faster and then her pussy walls gripped my dick like anything and she squirted again.. She held me lose but I was no where near orgasm but I reduced my speed and waited for her to come to her senses yet again so that we can both enjoy further. And within 2 mins she was moaning again and this time I turned her into doggy. It was the thought of losing her that made me most aware of how much I wanted her: to help her, yes, but also to be there for her, to be good for her, to be with her.I sighed. "Death is the mother of beauty," I said. Lauren looked questioningly at me as I got up from the desk and made sure the door was locked, then killed the light and got into bed, the room lit now by only by the city's ambient light. "It's from a poem," I said as I got settled. "The possibility of losing something is what.