The saliva flowed over the head of my cock and started dripping down the sides of my shaft. Mom did it again and more flowed and dripped and now the a...undance of saliva was enough to pool between her fingers and my shaft as she gripped it.It crossed my mind Mom and Darla must have talked in detail which would account for the sloppy wet blowjob I was getting now since it was how Darla had started sucking me in the car, but I wondered when they had the chance to talk before she left.Mom stroked. I was with her...that beauty I had picked up...I was making love to her...no...she was making love to me...no...she was using me...I was her toy...her dildo...buried deep in her warm moist mound...and with every thrust into her, I was brought to the edge of excitement....I needed to be in her....I wanted to be a part of her forever...NO!!! WAKE UP! I told myself...but even the coolest waters could not help me escape from this...I wasn't in charge...she was...my beautiful lover...a huge wave of. Her pussy inner walls were becoming tighter on my dick. In the meantime, I was also going to cum.I wanted to pull out but I was in no control at all. She reached her climax again. So she hugged and kissed me all over my cheek and neck. She was holding me very tightly and I was about to cum. I tried holding her ass and lifting her. But it was too late (again).I started to cum inside her hard. That was the best cum experience I ever had in my life. Now I held her firmly and was kissing all over. I spent some weeks considering and unable to tolerate my weak indecisive nature any longer I took action. One hot summer day I caught a bus to the nearby town and walked into the charity shop where I found Ella polishing a porcelain figurine of a nun."Peter, hello!" She said with great enthusiasm, putting great emphasis on "hello". She was dressed very smartly in a navy blue jacket and skirt with a white blouse. I approached her and smiled. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask if she had any.