You walk into the kitchen and open the fridge. It is fully stocked and a bottle of champagne chilling sits in front and catches your eye first. You he...r the fire starting to pop as you round the corner, seeing me crouched in front, the glow of the fire casting a soft glow around me. I turn to you, reaching out my hand as I stand, asking you to come join me. I watch you walking towards me and my arms circle your waist as I feel your own arms moving around my neck. Your warm breath touches my ear. It—we—th—…’ He sighed. ‘If I’d gone with her, I might have been able to protect her when this happened. I-I-I might’ve seen it coming. If…even if nothing else, I could have called for help. I could’ve…I-I couldn’t done something! But the…the whole last week, all I’ve been able to think was that it…it should’ve been me!’ His voice cracked and his body trembled. ‘It should’ve been me! ‘It should’ve been ME!’ This repeated declaration cut Angela in the heart. She rose from her chair and joined. Now and then I'd feel the touch of her hand against me. Hot when compared to the coolness of my skin. I relished each and every touch, happy that I had finally made it through the ordeal! I was even a bit pleased with myself for never having to beg!When she had finished toweling me off she hugged me for a bit.I enjoyed the feeling of her body pressed into mine. Warm, soft, and strong.Then she let go and, instead of releasing me, walked over to the timer that was sitting on the ground. She. A few seconds later she fished out a t-shirt, and slid it under us. She opened her legs, bringing them back around mine, opening herself to me. "That'll help. You sure you don't want to stop?"I was sliding in and out of her, just a little. I concentrated on the feeling, willing myself to stay hard, thinking about what I was doing. I was inside my Mom. I was balls deep in her tight pussy. Hot, wet, Mommy pussy. Full of my cum. I reached for her tits, and squeezed them. My Mom's tits. Her.