Any pretence of reluctance was long gone as my mother firmly gripped my shaft and ran her fingertips over my glans, milking more pre-ejaculate so that...she could stroke my hard throbbing cock.She opened her legs and allowed me full access to her sex; a tincture of the scent of her quim wafted up from under the table.I placed my free hand around my mother’s shoulders and pulled her to me; she reciprocated and kissed me hard, nipping at my lip and plunging her tongue deeper into my mouth. Her hand. "And here I was thinking you didn't want me anymore. I definitely want you. I think I want you all day today. I want to fuck you, and suck you, and hear you scream." I whispered in his ear. "I want you to come so much you can't walk tomorrow. I want your tits to hurt because the boys sucked jizz out of them. I want this tight hole so fucked out, spunk leaks out for a week." He groaned and shook some more.I could feel movement beneath us and a tongue began gently licking and probing my anus.I. "You're really doing well," I commented.She just nodded, and suddenly we were in a very serious conversation about David's suicide, the hard months after, her own depression. I completely forgot the games for a little while, and was relating to my sister in the way we always had, emotionally close but devoid of sexual baggage of any kind. I felt some relief that the dynamic wasn't lost between us, and felt a huge pang of guilt over the deception I was engaged in."But I'm really doing much, much. "She looked up and saw that there was some dust on the ceiling fan. "Could you be a dear, and bring me a stepladder?"He went out to the garage and returned with the stepladder. He set the ladder up for her and then went back to sit down on the couch and watch. She placed her foot on the first step testing the ladder to make sure it was secure. When satisfied that the ladder was ready she slowly climbed up one step at a time until she stood on the fourth step. He had a wonderful view of her.