I lost all sense of time and didn't care to wonder if or when this would end. With a sudden suck and pop I felt the cool air run over my wet cock and ...elt my Mother crawling up onto the couch straddling me standing over me. I opened my eyes to see my Mother lowering her wet cunt down to my face. "Oh, wo..." I was cut off by her pussy lips pressing against my mouth and grinding into my face. "That's right, son. I hope you're hungry." I worked my mouth over her pussy as it ground into my lips,. "It’s definitely worse. I wouldn’t dare to take my shoes off now. But your feet are smaller than mine, so they probably smell less." "Don’t worry!" I said, grabbing the opportunity to both have an opinion on the topic and to say something flattering. "Women in general sweat a lot less than men do, especially through their feet," which I knew was true because I had overheard it in a shoe store once. "Men’s feet stink like rats, but women’s feet have almost no odour whatsoever." "Is that so?". Zoe chuckled back her response, “If you’re going to cop a feel, promise you’ll still respect me in the morning. No need to explain, you have my permission. It was sweet of you to mention it. I’ve worked with some real creeps that have treated me like nothing more than meat.” “Let’s start. Turn around, Zoe,” I instructed her. The tie was simple and quick. Zoe’s playfulness provided a great deal of entertainment for everyone in studio. She would wiggle her hips. Shift her weight from one foot to. I continued to abuse her clit, giving her no time to rest or wind down. As she neared her peak, I pushed myself away from her bush and slid forward so that my cock was near the entrance to her golden mine."I'm going to fuck you now, Morgan. Are you ready?"Her eyes were dreamy, there was a soft glow to her face. "Oh yes, Josh."I carefully pushed the head of my cock into her pussy. She was very wet, and it slid in without difficulty. She was still very tight, the tightest cunt yet felt by me, but.