She shoved her tongue farther into the stream, tasting his piss, and with a groan, opened her mouth wide, lifting his cock so he was pissing directly ...nto her mouth. It filled her mouth and flowed over her lips and tongue. Her clitoris burned as if someone had put a flame to it.She swallowed."Oh, God!" she wailed, and closed her lips about the head of her son's cock, letting him piss down her gulping throat. Joan sucked and swallowed greedily as he pissed, her cunt boiling over into a wild. He reached over to grab it and, giving Tori a suggestive look she returned hungrily, squirted a little on her nipples. After having licked that off, he proceeded to lay a trail from her boob tube to the top of her pubes, which elicited a gasp as the still cold cream connected with her sensitive skin. Starting at her boob tube, he licked his way through the cream to her pubes, stopping every now and again to heighten her sense of expectation and pleasure. Having found himself at her pubes, he. John sat there tense and wired, my hand on his forearm, my fingers lightly scratching along the fine hairs of his arm. His heart was beating hard enough for me to feel it and he was breathing heavily.As we watched a scene where a young man fucked an older woman with big, bouncing breasts and wearing an awful blonde wig, I snuggled up closer to my son, my breast mashing against his upper arm, almost falling free from my outfit. As the woman's screams of orgasm began to fade, I whispered as I. I took three steps when I found her standing behind me. She grabbed my arm and turned me around and planted the sexiest, longest French kiss I had ever experienced, to this day, in my life. We stay lip-locked for about five minutes until the lights came on in her house. I looked up and saw her mom from the upper bedroom window looking down at us. The next few days were a blur working on a losing campaign, but our relationship became more intense as the days together turned into weeks. One.