She coughed. Her shirt was getting wet too and clinging to her body now. There was stains on her glasses too, blurring her vision a little. She leaned...as close as possible toward his. “You must lean to ask for this” he said as the stream began to dry out. She closed her mouth, held it closed for 2 or 3 seconds, then spat its contend out over her chest. Then she nodded. “I will, sir” she said and then, not until then, did she lower her eyes. He was still holding his cock. It was starting to get. He continued on, I have the whole entire night to do whatever you would like because I told my parents I was staying at a friends house. The whole time he was talking to me he was fixated on me. I knew he could see my naturally long nipples through the blouse and every time I bent over to check by a nightstand, or foot of the bed I knew he could see my very long pussy lips peeking out from underneath my skirt. I told him, as long as we have the entire night are there some sites that you would. "Anyway she clasped her legs and heels around my butt and then we were fucking see-sawing as I tried to fuck in and out of her, but her legs wouldn't let me have any purchase. It did not really matter. I was so turned on and she was so tight that we were both cumming. In the afterglow, I wanted to kiss her, but instead she rolled us over on our sides, leaving me still deep in her, snuggled her face into my chest and we fell asleep that way." Yeah, dude! She fell in love with your cock; not. Anyway, mum countered, I thought you liked me getting drunk. Oh, I do, I assured her. Well then, she said, as though the matter was closed.The thing is, I was fairly sure that mum got drunk because basically she was feeling insecure about her age, looks, and weight. As if on cue, she suddenly seemed to become aware that I had been ogling her all this time, looked down at the generous curves of her body, and asked if I really thought she was still attractive. Of course I do, I said.