But I don’t know what came over me. It made my cock get harder than it ever had before. I grabbed the top of her hips and thighs and pulled her down...hard onto my face. I was engulfed in her cum soaked pussy. Gladly lapping up someone else’s cum and her sweet pussy juices. At this point she was grinding her pussy onto my face. I was even licking her asshole as she passed her pussy forward on my face. She was also now sucking my dick again. I loved this. It was like nothing I had experienced. When I turn around to face you once more, there are tears in my eyes. At first you are concerned because you don't wish to upset me, but then you see my huge smile, so you know they are tears of pure joy. Nothing makes me happier than when the person I love knows me well enough to know how to give me the surprise of my life. You take my trembling hand and lead me further into the room toward an empty space between the foot of the large King-size bed and the fireplace. "Stay right there," you. But it did make a difference. She had been manipulated, coerced, forced to have intercourse with her son. This time if she made love to her son it would be her choice.He lay there trembling beneath her touch. A mother's touch or a lovers touch?To make love to her son was against everything she knew was right. Her mind told her it was sinful, perverse, immoral and damaging in the long run. But her pussy now dripping with desire and her heart now pounding with anticipation still urged her on. She. "See you in the morning Byron." Goodnight Eliot."Taking his clothes with me, I locked the main basement door behind me, and as I ascended into the main house the screams and the growling began. I shut the wooden door at the top of the stairs and the noise of Byron's suffering was trapped as well.I finish rolling the last of the felt balls between my hands, rinse it and set it on the drying rack over the big blue painted Aga along with its fellows. I feels good to have a job done, even though.