The grunts echoing through the room were from me and I felt the familiar tightness of my balls - not long now. Mother must have sensed this as she acc...lerated her movements, her sucking and tonging. No longer was there patience in her technique but anxious desperation, hunger - she wanted my seed as much as I wanted to give it to her.Half a minute later, my grunts turning into animal like groans, I gave my own mother her wish - pumping again and again, filling her mouth. My whole life after. "It will all have to go, don't worry it won't cost you a cent, I can assure you. Also you have to get rid of that ghastly utility you drive. We will go and visit a friend of mine; he will fix you up with something more fitting. Firstly though we will see about your wardrobe."Even sitting Gran looked elegant, she just had that air about her you knew right away what class she came from, I thought as I looked at her over the rim of my coffee cup. Not only that she was a good screw as well and I. Our breathing simultaneously began to deepen and increase in speed. He began to caress my breasts through my shirt, rubbing and grabbing while continually kissing me. The farther this went the more I began to lose control of myself. Before I knew it my hand was on his crotch. His cock had grown stiff beneath his jeans. I rubbed his hard cock through the denim material, his breathing began almost uncontrolled, his hips moving, grinding his cock harder on my hand, his hand still rubbing my. I knew it was a strain for Karen too. But I didn't realize just how desperate she was until one of those office party evenings when I helped her carry empty snack dishes to the dishwasher in the kitchen. She had just refilled all the glasses in the living room, so we were not likely to be disturbed by a thirsty guest. I really had just intended to offer my help with whatever she needed to do. But what she needed to do was more urgent and more intimate than I expected. She dumped the dishes and.