I kissed her finger, and sucked it into my mouth. We held hands again, it must have been for ages, our feelings somehow communicating through our eye.... I imagined seeing her passion as a dark, smoky, almost formless shape, writhing and glowing as though illuminated by an inner fire. The train stopped, it was her stop, not mine, but we left together and walked hand in hand, not speaking, to an old house, set back a little from the road, and pushing past rather overgrown hedges, made our way to. She was getting turned on looking at her teenage son's asshole. She touched the rim and felt around the opening. This was getting naughtier by the second."Mom! What are you doing?" Be quiet, Billy, or you'll get spanked some more."She stuck her finger in the butter dish, scooped up a glob and brought it to her son's ass and placed it at the opening. Slowly she rotated her finger around the rim and gently inserted it into his hole."Ahhhh. Mom!" Call me mommy, young man." Mommy ... what are you. I gagged a couple of times. It was messy. He came in my mouth in one big spurt. It was a huge load. I must have looked like such a mess as I lay back. I had a raging erection, I was sweaty, I had cum and saliva dribbling down my chin and across my chest.He stood over me stroking his cock. "That was amazing" he whispered. I was gasping after the savagery of the moment. "Any time" I smiled and grunted.He lay down beside me on a bunk that was becoming wet as his cream and my sweat. I hear your words "now, make yourself cum" I am shocked and shaking as I begin to taste her with my tongue and my fingers go back to my very wet pussy. "Now this is something to see!" I hear him say, his finger teasing my tight little asshole.As I feel myself get close to cumming, I am gasping and moaning into her pussy. The shirt that was on my head is gone, but I still have the blindfold on. I lick her clit as I frantically rub and penetrate myself and feel hands on my nipples, pinching and.