She liked it very much. I could hear her maons becoming louder and she was asking me to lick her “Chaata na malai wow” I liked her speaking local ...anguage and was giving her lifetime pleasure. She was moving fast and I knew it was time for her to give me juices of her pink nest. Oh yes it started flowing and it was the best of taste I had ever tasted. She was getting shivers after shivers and I was getting all juice from her. It was great! Then I just took her in my arms and told her that I am. She didn’t have a chance to ride long enough to have an orgasm, but she assured me the night was young… and there were many, many nights to come.Mom stepped into the kitchen and grabbed a washcloth. As she sat beside me, cleaning up her cunt, she spoke up, “You asked about your dad, earlier; I hope you don’t mind that I pull on your dick while I tell you some things. In fact, whenever you get ready for more pussy, we’ll take a break from the story.”Mom reminded me that her mother was killed. Shortly we were back in bed and sound asleep.In the morning I woke up with Mom stroking my morning wood. She whispered, “Good morning lover. The others are still asleep. Do you want to take care of this before I go to the bathroom?”I said, “Before?”Mom giggled and said, “Your father used to get me before I went because my bladder was full and he like to try to get me to pee while he fucked me.” She paused and then she said, “Besides it feels incredible when an orgasm hits and I’m tightening all. The writer knows whereshe wants to go she just doesn't know at what position she'sstarting.Once those values are established, the writer will be in a betterposition to determine how much control she needs to acquire or ifindeed the change is even possible in the reasonably near term.The writer did retain some control by dint of concealing herinitial true reaction. This leaves open the possibility of someTANSTAAFL work. The writer is hereby praised for having the goodsense not to overreact one.