It was such a hard orgasm that I had to grab hold of his shoulders because I thought I was going to faint. It felt so fantastic to have my son fucking...me again. Finally when Mark was done cumming and he said, Lets go to your bedroom Mom and finish this. Holding my hand he led me to the bedroom where he had me lay on my stomach on the bed. Mark began massaging my shoulders, back and waist making long sweeping movements from my shoulders down to my butt. His hands felt really good on my body. Please," she dreamily begged."But I can't write you a note. They'll notice the different handwriting," he said reasonably.Cherry stretched languidly. Mike was entranced by her breasts now presented so enticingly for him. He quickly considered calling in sick. "Mike, the school has never seen my mom's handwriting. She didn't care about that stuff. I filled out my school paperwork since fifth grade," she said. "I write my own notes." Oh," he said, not quite believing what he was hearing."Hurry,". We played with each other in the lake. Once I came up behind her and picked her feet off the bottom, shoving my boner against her soft behind. She turned to splash me when I put her down but I dove in and swam away. Swimming back to her underwater, I surfaced but remained beside her with just my head visible. My hand, known only to my mother, waist deep in the lake, slid up her legs to cup her pussy. She put her hand on my head, stroking my hair while I stroked her. Finally, we returned to. She responded with sweet sounds of lust and delight, the like of which I have seldom heard. Encouraged, I renewed my efforts; putting heart and soul into the task of bringing bliss to this nymph. I lapped up her juices and made circles around her clit, gently at first, taking time over this most precious of all her manifold treasures. My tongue danced over it, teasing it more and more until I felt her hands grasp the back of my head and push my mouth still deeper into her. Then the nails of one.