.“Fuck!” I gasped.Mom's lips had slid over the crown of my cock. The warm heaven of her mouth surrounded my dick. It was so unlike masturbation. H...r tongue danced around it. I gasped, my hands balling into fists as she suckled on my dick. My heartbeat rapidly, carrying the pleasure of this moment through my body.Mom nursed. Suckled. Moaned. She swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock as she blew me. Her eyes stared up at me with such blue warmth. She still hummed, which just made her. They confused him. They pulled at him. He recalled bathing with her. He dredged up forgotten feelings of disgust as she drew the razor down her armpits and legs. He remembered little hairs bobbing in water.Scenes shifted and he saw them playing. Tag. Racing. Climbing trees. He remembered whispering secrets with her which seemed so important back then but were lost to the ravages of time and the inadequacies of memory.He saw them as lovers. He could feel his love for her – one that she returned.. I watched the spit dribble down his finger and run across the hair on the back of his hand. I watched him watching me. He removed his finger from his mouth. Ever so slowly, he brought his finger back to my ass. He again placed his finger at my hole. He waited until I had withdrawn my finger until only the tip remained, then, as I slid my finger in, he pushed his finger in with it.“Awww,” I groaned. “You feel so good.”“Yeah,” he breathed. “You, too.”We fingered my ass together. I could. It wasn’t something he heard from her. The pain and vulnerability in his eyes were unmistakable, and though she wanted to hold back, to try to maintain some small piece of her pride, she could not deny him this. “Shane, I want to feel you inside me, now. I need you…” her voice trailed off. She felt raw from the admission, even though her body was saying it in so many ways already. His hands found their way to her breasts and his thumbs stroked them into hard peaks. She groaned when he.