She was preparing to inspect her new sex further but was startled by the grandfather clock, in the corner to the left side of her, chiming two. She ha... slept for nearly 14 hours, well into Saturday afternoon. The room was an impeccably preserved 1920s upper class boudoir, frozen in time since the days when Lucinda’s great great grandmother, a spiritualist with a modest but devoted following that verged on the cultish, entertained her notorious occult lover here, a man whose writings recorded. She liked what she was doing and she was very good at it. I held fistfuls of her hair as I pumped my cock into her welcoming mouth. Rathichechi was bobbing her head, feverishly sucking my dick while she was griping and stroking the base of my cock with her hand. She began to coo as she tasted the pre-come that started to spill from my penis. I could feel an orgasm coming. My toes were curled tight, my legs were tense and my butt was clenched as I felt the excitement build. My nerves become very. Oh my God."I pressed my lips softly against my mother's neck, and trailed soft kisses down the slope of her neck, down to the tops of her breasts. I continued once I pulled her hand from her chest, letting my lips and tongue wander in the valley of her breasts. She quivered with every touch, looking down at me with a sultry look in her eyes. As my mouth traveled further south, mom removed her other hand and nudged her hips toward me. Her pussy glistened wetly, her lips and clit red and swollen. Other than that, all she could do was repeat into his neck, "Oh Bill! My darling Bill!"He held her almost as tight and nuzzled the top of her head with his cheek. There was no way he could turn his head to kiss her. At last she released him, wriggled to get more firmly on his knee and then plastered her lips to his. There was no tongue but it was a passionate kiss all the same.Finally, she pulled back to say, "I love you too, Bill, and have done since the second day I met you when we talked.