For now, you’re just a walking cunt, okay?” She nodded.“And cunts don’t speak with words, do they?” She shook her head no.“But your cunty ...ctions are going to speak very loudly, aren’t they?”Her eyes got even wider, then she nodded, and swallowed.I lay down, and propped myself up on my elbow by her side, looking down at her. Without saying anything further, I proceeded to edge and tease her, tracing lines all around and outside her labia, along the inside of her thighs, up underneath her tits,. She parked her car in the driveway, noting that Donnie's motorcycle was not there. The boy was still out, somewhere, but it was nearing the time when he should be coming home. She would have to speak to him, again, about his late hours. It had been past one in the morning, the last time he was so terribly late. That boy is starting to run wild!... But he's a good boy... Donnie always has been good... but lately, he seems to be getting more and more independent... and rebellious!The front door. I quickly finished in the shower, got into some casual clothes then made my way to the bar. I ordered myself a pint of guinness and sat down in the corner of the room. A good vantage point for people watching. In the room there were all shapes and sizes. All going about their business, chatting in groups, couples engaged in either staring in silence at each other or flirting. I noticed a couple of attractive girls sat on their own. I wondered what they were here for. Were they waiting for. I just looked at her. "Son I don't like the way you are looking at me!"With that I pounced on my mother and said to her "you started something it is time you finish it." With that i pushed her unto the bed and positioned myself between the hole I came from some 25 years ago and started to pump my mom hard. My mom could not help but give herself to me. I shot load after load into her pussy and loved how she purred for me. "Fuck Son, you're 100% better than your father ever was." I just kept.