I took him in my right hand, squeezing, and softly giving him two or three strokes. I positioned his gorgeous prick at my entrance, lowered myself, an... slid him inside me. When I was fully impaled, I leaned down and just lay on him for a second.“Mom,” he whispered.“I know,” I replied. “I love you.”I slowly began to roll my hips, adjusting to his size. I lifted up, then slid down, a little further up, further down, faster up, faster down, with each rise and fall. Eric started by grasping my. By now the scent emanating from Kathy's pussy was unmistakable. The combination of the humiliation and having a woman prodding at her pussy and asshole was causing her pussy to involuntarily react.Feigning disgust, Vicki remarked, "Well look at this you fucking whore. Your cunt is fucking dripping juice and you've gotten my fingers soaking wet. You obviously must be a real slut to enjoy this."Kathy's face and shoulders turned a crimson red at hearing this as she slowly shook her head no."Don't. Bang! The whole tube exploded! We froze. It had gone everywhere, even spots on the ceiling and on a glazed print. Oh my God, we laughed, as we both had chocolate all over, looking like mud wrestlers. I reached for tissues, as we giggled trying not to make things worse. We managed to clean the bed, walls, carpet, and ceiling but figured we had better shower before anything else happened. All this time she had been apologising profusely, which I said was ridiculous as it had been me opening the. I thought about how devastated Dad was when Mom got sick and how he cared for her and was there for her every day. Losing Mom really took the wind out of him and seeing him smiling and alive again was a good thing. "Well, let's go in and let me meet Porsche," I said.I wanted to see who was going to try to take Mom's place as if anyone could! The garage is attached to the house and the side door leads into the kitchen. We went on inside and stood there in the kitchen waiting for her. "Porsche,.