“I know that you’re worried about me, honey, but if you love your Mama, give me some of that lovin’ now, please!” Mom breathlessly asked me as...I took her missionary-style and kissed her face repeatedly.I gripped Mom’s buns as we screwed as vigorously as I dared, always keeping my ear out for her lungs. I didn’t want her to die in the middle of the act, that much was sure. Granted, she wasn’t as frail as she might have been on chemo or radiation, but she was literally dying. She had a terminal. “So beautiful,” he gasped, and then a flood of praise and prayers spilled out of his mouth as she rode him. He bent his knees to help steady her, and their fingers intertwined as he held his hands up to support her. Her whimpers turned to moans, and then to steady cries as she lifted and drove herself down on him again and again. He spared about half a thought for the noise they were making – and decided he couldn’t possibly care less if the whole camp heard them. He’d murder anyone who tried. Her boobs were soft as a sponge and her nipples hard; I pinched them and sucked them. My speed increased with every push and soon I was fucking with my full speed. The room echoed with the slapping of her skin.She was still lying there. There was a slight change in her expression that proved me she could feel my cock. She too was enjoying with me. I turned her around and flipped her. She was now lying on her stomach.I again started fucking her, spanking and kissing her and fondling her breasts.. She had what only can be described as a ‘well fucked’ look. I know that look, though I had only seen it twice before in my life. I saw it in the mirror on Thursday and Friday morning. There is a major difference between being ‘just fucked’ and being ‘well fucked. We were ‘well fucked’.My goodness, before this week I rarely even thought the word ‘fuck’, and here I am thinking and saying it over and over. Andrew has me constantly thinking of sex.When they came in, I tried looking stern. “Donnie,.