She tore at it, crumbling it into a ball and throwing it to the floor."Mine! Mine!" The shouting voice was high pitched.Matilda spun around to see an ...ld, wrinkly woman pushing a shopping cart filled with old clothes, a tattered blanket, and all kinds of junk. Matilda stepped back when the woman approached, but the old lady dropped to a knee and snatched the crumpled newspaper. Her dirty, arthritic fingers grabbed the side of the shopping cart as she pulled herself up with a groan. Then she. There's just so much cum though, it dribbles out of your mouth as you pull your head away for each new stroke and leaks down over your chin and down, covering the tops of your breasts. It's hot and sticky, you can feel it running down over your nipples and dripping down onto your legs from there. I stop bucking, but you keep going for another few stokes. I shudder and shake with each one, you milking the last of the cum from my cock. You feel a few last drops fall from your chin and onto your. “There are many other mothers who get fucked by their sons,” she said.“I see. I should have tried it long back” I said showing my regret.“Yes but it’s ok, you can have me now. Show me how good you are with your cock in your mom’s pussy.”“Sure. Let me see your cunt properly, mom” I said.Then I got up, switched on the light and looked at my mom lying there fully naked.It was wonderful and a dream come true moment for me to see my own mother fully naked, revealing her secret assets for my viewing. I might lose it. Know what I mean? You'd be safer with somebody else.” Both girls suddenly began to cry. It was no little whimpering either. Great heaving sobs and they weren't calming down either. Instead it was getting worse. They seemed both to be about to become hysterical. Patrick and I looked at each other. We had no clue as to what to do. It wasn't just a crying jag. They seemed ready to go stark raving mad, both of them. I' d had no idea girls could be like that. We were both suddenly.