.this was the point I came deep in my own mother the feeling was great...I carried on very slowly once I came in her and made sure it would go as deep...as possible.Then I pulled out slowly and covered her back up. I was thinking to myself did she just let me or did I imagine it she opened her eyes looked at me smiled and shut them again.I had just fucked and cum in my mother for the first time. I couldn't stop thinking about it I wish I could do it every day.When she started snoring again. Hmmm, again.I’d learned that she’d been married only two years but had a husband who worked out-or-town jobs about half the time, sometimes as long as two weeks straight. It was the middle of one of those now, she complained.“How does a young wife like you manage that? You must get lonely.” I led with.She took it and ran, “I get more horny than lonely.”“Oh? So what do you do about that?”Moving her hand to my crotch she replied sweetly, “I find helpers, of course. Are you interested?”Since there. When he'd been seeing Mistress Cuneo, during graduate school in Milan, she'd noted his obsession with her gorgeous rack, and to train him to drink piss, she'd dipped a bra in pee, and then put it on, telling him he could only kiss her breasts while sucking the urine out of her bra till it was dry...And Tulke had done this for months on and off, and then one day she'd said "No more tits, drink my piss!"Now he was disconsolate, thinking of the denial of Marina's glorious bosom.Marina now looked. "The witness said the truck waited until it saw the SUV come to rest against the light pole. They then sped off east on I-40."John, it was intentional. Whoever it was must have thought it was you." Roy said as he finished his story."Have you run the plate from the witness?" I asked."Yes, the owner said the truck was stolen earlier today." Put out a reward for information, $25,000 for the positive identification of the people in the truck. I want to take care of whoever is responsible!" I.