Incredibly, other than the rippling of her ass flesh at each blow, and the jiggle of her young tits as she absorbed the punishment being delivered, sh... did not move. This was okay, because any extraneous movement on her part would have interfered with my realization that spanking her quivering tush and seeing those swaying breasts was inexplicably arousing. Now, to be certain, I have done my share of light spanks on a partner’s upturned derriere during rear-entry sex. But this was different. I. She just smiled and waited for me to take it.It was this burgundy colored thing, triangular shaped, very soft, a silk blend of some kind with a fringe that moved when she moved. I sew and own three machines plus a serger and I'd have to find out what material because I liked the way it felt and I intended to make her one.As I folded it and laid it across the back of a chair I remembered seeing the fringe wave and brush her breasts as she walked, and how sexy I'd thought it looked. I wanted to. He couldn't believe what was happening as he looked down to watch his cock sliding between his mom's parted lips. Laying his head back down he closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure, reaching down his pushed his hands into his mom's long hair and lifted his hips to drive his cock deep into her wet and willing mouth. He could feel his orgasm fast approaching as his cock-head pushed against his mom's throat."O fuck I'm cuming, o god yes cuming cummmmmiiiiinnnnnnnggg"He pushed his mom's head. Sex is automatic in that the drive to procreate exists in even the most primitive brain. Love, on the other hand, is something different and distinct, and the kind of love I’m referring to exists only in humans. Yes, yes, I know; dogs and a good many other animals are capable of demonstrating what appears to be the same emotion, but you’ll have to take my word that it’s not the same.“Anyhow, as you can well imagine, as the world’s population continues to expand exponentially, the task of.