I was cumming, and I felt like it might not stop soon. He kept stroking me, kept my orgasm running, making me moan and cry under him as he just kept o... fucking me. I was his. He possessed me, and there was no way I could deny that I wanted him. As I was cumming, shaking, he hammered me, until, with one stroke, he buried his cock in me, harder than ever before, kissed me and jammed his tongue into my mouth. I could feel his cock pulsing, as he emptied his balls into my pussy. I was taking cum. You want to see them?” I couldonly nod dumbly.I watched in disbelief as Bobby went to stand at the end of the sofa by his mother's head, bent forward,and, before I could say anything further he had reached down, grabbed the bottom of his mother’s t-shirt and pulled it up high to expose a greying brassiere. Because she was lying on her back her breasts were bulging at each side of the cups. “Here you go!” Bobby said and hooked a finger under each cup and hauled his Mum’s bra up under her chin.. She realized that her tits were purpled a bit from being constrained tightly. She just nodded and closed her eyes. I slowly worked her tits out of their confines. Alternating, just a bit at a time. Finally, both slipped free.“You’re excused for an hour to clean up and take care of whatever you need.” I told her. I let go of her arm, and she staggered again and nearly fell. “Would you like an assist to get to the bathroom?” I offered.“I think I’d better.” Michelle agreed.I took her arm. “I thought if you haven’t eaten yet you wouldn’t mind sharing a pizza with me.”“That’s funny because I was thinking about going out for pizza after our meeting. Please come on in and what can I get you to drink?”“A diet soda would hit the spot.”They sat at the dining room table and ate the pizza along with discussing Don’s condo. He told her his unit was solely an investment and he was not looking to retire here, at least not in the foreseeable future. She told him she understood and renting.