I am sure that if I were to endure an orgasm as long as she did then, I would collapse from exhaustion. She came for what seemed like 25 or 30 second..., just when I thought it was over, her hips thrust into my face again as mom gasped her way through another wave of orgasm. Mom was quite spent, and for a while she just lay there. After a few minutes, she lifted my face off of her saddle and rolled me onto my back. She then started kissing me with big sucking kisses as she cleaned our fluids. She tasted every inch of him and sucked his as deeply into her mouth in a close-eyed frenzy of devotion and passion. When she thought he could take no more she stood, letting her towel fall. She turned her back to him and bent, between his legs. She backed her vagina to him using her hand to guide the purple head to her wet slit. She backed onto his cock as she hissed in pleasured passion. She settled on him for a moment, but she needed to put out her own fires. Still bent over hard she began. The fireplace was lit non-stop through the holidays, the house smelled of fresh pine, burning wood, and baked goods. I looked forward to the next three weeks relaxing in comfort with family, but I mostly looked forward to my time with Alena. That fall they remodeled the basement into a guest bedroom and TV room. I was happy to hear that I would be residing downstairs during my visit because of it's isolation from the rest of the house and had it's own entrance from outside. The guest room had. “Our chillax room if you want,“ she giggled out. That room reeked strongly of previously-smoked herbs.“My costuming room,” she said triumphantly.She opened the door and the room inside was a huge contrast to the rest of the house. First and foremost, it didn’t reek like a hippie head shop. Secondly it was brightly lit and organized. Lastly, it looked exactly as one would expect a tailor’s workspace to look. It was feminine and comforting as well as functional.“Ok,” she said to me. “Undress and.