She smoked. He asked the most probing questions, he was hungry to know her. Theytalked frankly and intimately. He was gentle and thoughtful. His e...esonly showed his honesty, the strength of his character and his passions.He'd apologize for probing so, then tell her how utterly captivated hewas. It was disarming and powerful to her. He made her feel sowonderfully sensual, erotic. She'd answer his questions with elaborate details. It shaped hisunderstanding of her. But her answers and. Finally she removes the hose.I feel like an animal. I am shivering cold and dripping wet. I run upto her front door, and as I run past her she gives me a playful swat onmy butt."Don't you dare go in there yet, Justin Johnson. I don't want youdripping water on my nice, clean floors."She runs into the house and comes out with a robe. It is a pink, shortyrobe. She wraps it around me, then rubs it vigorously against my skin towarm me. She reaches under the robe and, before I can object, yanks. My hand have still the feeling of the softness.My mother observe the disturbance but she doesn’t say anything. Though there is no sign of cleavage but I was still staring at her boobs at cleavage end. Have no guts to do anything. In the meanwhile the door knocks and breakfast was ready to serve.After having breakfast we were watching tv as I have to wait a little bit for car for going outside . I leave the chair and move towards my mother couch , my mother ask me in strict tone that why u do. "Now, my lover, fill me with your seed until I overflow." Bess urged, tightening her inner muscles around my pulsating cock. Her heels beat upon my back as her fingernails raked across my shoulders.Our loins moved as if they had minds of their own - my cock stabbing into her hungry pussy, her pussy milking my cock like a milkmaids hand.I felt her begin to shudder once again - her legs clenched around me as she pressed her lips to mine. I could feel my balls filling at last - aching, now, for.