Her being reached out of those dark pools, and I fell, a long floating descent that splashed me into a fountain of exquisite, selfless release. Mrs. N...uyen's face reflected astonishment and wonder, then she flew horizontally off the bed and wrapped her legs and arms around me with astonishing strength. Though it was probably only seconds, it seemed to me that she clung for a long time, then dropped back to the mattress, still with a look of wonder on her face."Oooooooooooooh, Mr. Wynn," she. I wonder what I would do if I was in that room with her. Fuck her cunt, her arse, her tits? I’ve always fancied getting my cock between her tits so that must be high on my list. Maybe I’d just watch her masturbate because at this moment there’s nothing quite like it.I can’t take my eyes off her. I can’t not look. She’s horny as fuck. I feel that I want to help her out because she’s squirming like a demented kitten that’s been frightened out of her skin. For some reason, I wonder what her. I wasn't grasping it, just resting the palm of my hand on it, seemingly of its own volition. The breast was firm and strong but relaxed, the nipple slack in my hand. My right hand was laying on its back, on the mattress, her body on top of the forearm.We were both buried in the blankets, the tops just above my chin.Something woke me up. Some sound. Unusual, but not threatening. Someone clearing his throat."Good morning."I'd awakened to those words many a time, but they were always spoken by a. .." Pump it all up my ass, Ben. Cum up my ass as hard as you can and want to!" was her response before he could finish.Sara barely finished her instructions to her son when he let out the sounds of a man in severe pain if it were in any other context. Ben's back arched, he thrust and stopped, thrust and stopped, feeling the warm jets of cum spurt from his cock, soaking the the inner walls of his mother's ass. Sara could feel the cum enema her son was giving her and she felt a sense of pride and.