For a moment he stood in the doorway, staring openly. Ever since puberty, he had been hyper-aware of how very beautiful his mother was. She was what p...ople used to call ‘Black Irish,’ with very fair skin that barely tanned, rosy cheeks, long curly black hair, and deep blue eyes. She was tall, and gorgeous, and sexy, and he doubted any girl he ever found would measure up to her. It was monstrously unfair. Added to that, she had been only sixteen when he was born, and was now just thirty-four.. Finding her pussy lips already partly open, he let the tips of his fingers swirl in her growing wetness there. “I want you on the bed, so I can lick your sweet little pussy properly,” he breathed. With her fingers in his hair, she bent down to give him an open-mouthed kiss before stepping away to comply. Taking her skirt off with a quick shimmy, she crawled onto the small single bed. Totally naked at last, she lay on her back with her head propped up against her pillows. Michael leaned over. ?He bucked his hips, feeling the slickness on the head of his cock, the tight curls on her labia. It was a natural trick of anatomy that, rubbed together, things fit. Inexorably, all the wriggling, their struggling and then he fingers seeking the painful places on his body where he could be hurt worked to couple them together.Inside her, his cock made itself a space, nestled up so the hardness was engulfed. She grunted, feeling its presence, making herself clamp down so the ringed muscle inside. Be happy with me."Carol shook her head in wonder. Yep, she'd picked the right man to grow old with. "All right," she said. But I will order the tests, she added silently."No abortion?" he said."Not unless the pregnancy is life-threatening for me," she said — her out in case she had to abort. The right doctor would go along with the subterfuge.He frowned but nodded. "That goes without saying. About Nora, we'll tell her about the upcoming happy event, but we won't tell her that the identity of.