I felt her tongue swirl around the head and it felt so exquisite that I thanked whatever Gods there might be for letting me have the previous night. I...had spent the night with a call girl and she had drained me and that is the only reason that I hadn't cum in my shorts when Merrily started on me and why I didn't explode as soon as her mouth captured me.She took her mouth off my cock and told me to step backwards and sit on the chair. I did it and she went to her knees in front of me, looked up. - another crack of the crop across my shaft not hard but enough to get a groan out of me “no more words out of you if you want to pleasure me if you can manage it I will give you one chance” she began to wiggle up my body till she was directly sitting on my face.I could taste the sweet juices from her pussy, the taste of honey and heaven combined she was very wet indeed as the liquid was already running down my chin, she began to grind her hips against my mouth and nose and already she was. I kissed my son, reveling in his strength. My married pussy drank in his hard strokes. He slammed his cock over and over into my depths. I shuddered, bucking up into him, working my hips, loving every moment of my firstborn being in me.Such delicious pleasure shuddered through my body. My fingernails clawed his back as I bucked and writhed beneath him. He fucked me so hard, grunting into our kiss every time he buried that amazing cock into my depths.Into his mother's pussy.“Damn,” he groaned,. "I do. I remember wishing that I was much younger; you were a very attractive young man," she said with a bit of a girlish giggle.Ben then blurted out a set of words that he immediately wished he had not said, "You were my wanking fantasy." Was I now? You should have said," purred the gorgeous Gillian Hepworth."I... I ..didn't mean it," he said and if a thirty-seven-year-old man could blush then he was blushing."Oh, that is disappointing Ben," said Gill with a pout."I did mean it; I still do,".