I was not going to protest! Once on top, she immediately began to slam her hips up and down on me, sending my cock cervix deep with each thrust. Each ...hrust up and down she made on my cock caused her to scream louder. My cock, pubes, balls and inner thighs were now soaking wet with her vagina juices. I immediately began to think of things unrelated to sex to try and make this last as long as possible. It worked. Lynn was totally into the fucking at this point. She lay down on top of me with her. She was so beautiful… sure, her raccoon-like make-up was a bit messy, and her hair was a rats nest, but under all that, he knew she was beautiful. Looking down, Michael saw his cock twitch, and blushed even though he was alone. He had never been normal about anything related to sex, it was all so embarassing. The closest he had ever gotten to touching a girl before last night was at a wedding. It was his uncles wedding, or maybe a distant cousin, and his parents encouraged, more like forced,. I could see that he had raised his eyebrows a bit when I did that. I continued to feed him. He in turn did the same. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the whip cream canister sitting near the other side of the blanket. I love whip cream, so I leaned over in the other direction and got the canister. I shook it up, removed the cap and sprayed it into my mouth, but I didn’t swallow. I just leaned into him and he leaned towards me and we kissed, sharing the whip cream between us. We both. She felt like taking her son's big cock and giving him a good blow job, let her tongue tease him into getting rid of that big sac of cum he must have. Then she felt the wave of guilt sweep over her again, this was her son her inner voice said, Patricia felt a slight sickness at having such thoughts about her own son, she decided to leave, pausing at the door for a moment for one last look at her son's fine body and big, hard cock, then she shut the door quietly.Andy heard the door shut, he.