” I chanted as I kept fucking her. Still she tried to get up but I pinned her arms over her head and pumped my hot dick into her even more. “I’m...really sorry Mom. So, so sorry Mom." I whispered roughly as my dick swelled achingly and I thrust harder and harder. I could feel the head of my dick slamming against her steaming hot womb.Then Mom’s screams of protest slowly began to turn to moans of ecstasy. She began to writhe beneath me. Raising and lowering her hips to take more and more of me in.. Honey had leaked from my belly button to what seemed like under my nut sack. My entire cock glistened in the sun like a lit up phallus. I suspect half of it was the honey but a fair amount must also be my own pre-cum. Reluctantly, mom brought her hand to my balls and lifted it. "I'm afraid it worse than I thought" she exclaimed in a medical tone. She licked her hand thoroughly and then placed it under my nut sack to try and wipe it clean using her saliva. It did not work. As she examined under. You will need to experiment to see what works best for you. The most common belief was that it was not good to allow their male to achieve an orgasm more than once per month but most thought that his orgasm should not very often be withheld for more than three months unless there was a good reason for doing so. Several women who I have become friendly with though believe that four a year is the right number. Some of the women liked to think about how often hubby could have an orgasm as a small. It reinforced my perception that she was a little sparrow with hidden strength.Eventually we left the dining room. The Atlantic was dousing the ship in rain from swollen gray clouds. Swells were big enough to test the limits of the stabilizers, salty spray hitting the deck as the ship muscled its way through the waves. Gusty wind buffeted the ship. A walk outside was out of the question; too dangerous.In the stateroom, I brought out the backgammon board for entertainment. I’d taught her how to.