My focus paused on my mother’s breasts for a moment or two before I looked towards our conjunction. I couldn’t quite believe it was my mother’s ...ody taking my cock, not until I returned my attention to her face. “Mum,” I blurted, awed at the sight and the sensations.“Carl, my baby boy,” my mother gasped in response. One hand gripping the sheet beneath her while she stroked my face with the other, the backs of her fingers caressing my cheek. She was moving beneath me, shunting so there was. " I'm sure the taboo aspect had nothing to do with it."She sat back down, buried her face in her hands and kept it there for a moment.'What, am I supposed to say something now? I knew it; she still wants him. Now she is crying and expecting to do what?'"Can't you console me a bit?" she whined, peeking back at me."Whatever," I muttered before I plopped back down next to her and put my left hand on her leg.I rubbed it for a minute as I shook my head. I didn't know how to feel, but I still. The staff had been ready to close up shop hours ago, but you had shownthem your phone and they decided to stay open as long as we needed. Atsome point it had begun to rain and it seemed to only be getting worseand worse. I wiped away the hot angry tears at the corner of my eyes."Thank you, Ellen," you said. "I know that must have been difficult." Slut," I corrected. "I'm back to being Slut." Sorry, Slut."I closed my eyes and focused. "Buffalo. Washboard. Infomercial." What are you doing?" I'm. But, at this age, it was all in the right places. Her figure was in progress. And couldn't get over the fact that I was going to put my hips between those lucious rump-framing lines."Yeah, they came with the tits. I like my hips because now I can do the splits. Wanna see me do the splits over your mouth? Boys usually like that." No, sweet thing." I licked on her pussy lips to find her clit sweetly moistened and lined with light, new pubic hair. She wasn't a hairy one at all so I could eat her.