He looked at me with a concerned look and asked if I was alright? I said I have never felt better. I wanted him to move around so my face could be...closer to his cock while he sucked me. This also gave me a moment to regroup and recover from being so close to cumming. We got arranged on the bed so each of our faces was at "target level". Instead of going right back to sucking me, he touched me and fondled me. This was very nice. Although this was a very deliberate sexual encounter,. The pinch, the pressure, the greatness he offers me overcomes me. I feel him rock me gently into a rhythmic pace, he slides in another finger. He slides them deep inside my velvety hotness, my walls tight, grasping his fingers. I keep his fingers in place with my tight walls, needing them, craving them. He begins to thrust urgently inside me; I look upwards, moaning out. I hold back what I know is to come crashing down around me. I can feel his fingers thrust faster, my back arches as my head. He could see the pleasure in my face in the mirror, my head cocked to one side, eyes closed, just taking in the fantastic feelings that were running through my body. I could feel him slowly getting deeper inside me. I turned my head to face him as best I could, and we tried to kiss, our tongues flicking over each other’s. That was good, but I wanted him properly. I had to have him properly. I pulled away from him, turned around and told him to lie on the bed. Finally, I could see just how big. His dick started to throb and I had to squeeze him really hard at the base to keep him from squirting. I figured this little grouping had potential and I wasn’t ready for it to end. I pulled my mouth off Ryan for a second, drooling all over my front, soaking my t-shirt. I pulled it over my head and then pointed Ryan’s dick at mom. “Hi mom, want some?” She smiled. “Thanks, I just ate.” Just then I saw Tim over her shoulder. He was smiling and reached around her and put his hands over hers.