Her tongue danced about the spongy crown. My pussy clenched down on her. I whimpered, my blonde hair spilling about my shoulders as I shook. She had s...ch an enthusiasm about her.I couldn’t deny her what she craved. I didn’t fight her as she worked those two digits in and out of my juicy snatch, teasing me, driving me wild. My ovaries grew hotter and hotter as my cum built and built inside of me.I licked my lips, grinning at her. I would fire so much jizz. I would drench her in my cum. It would. I sat down on the bed and was amazed when my motherwalked in dressed in an open type of smock, a bra andsmall panties. “What the hell are you doing here?” shesaid. “You know what I’m here for,” I replied. “But what thefuck are you doing here?”“Get out of here at once!” she said.“I’m certainly not going to,” I replied, “I’ve paid $50for a fuck and that’s what I’m going to get!”“Not with me. I too was doing it unintentionally as I was a bit drunk. But I had no plans to fuck her till now.We were just hugging. Pooja was there sitting on the bed watching us. Then suddenly Sneha pushed me and was going to lay on the bed and was still crying. So I pulled her and was telling her to stop crying. This time I hugged her from the back and from there everything went in another direction.Her ass was rubbing against my dick which was getting bigger. I got in the mood. I put my hands inside. . most times without seeing another human being. But this year we didn’t get to take our usual trip because dad was working six days a week. All year long, I’d looked forward to the trip and Mom could tell that I was really depressed about not going.Mom and I have always been very close. She wakes me up and puts me to bed every night with a hug and a kiss. She’s an attractive woman but I’d never specifically focused on her in a sexual way. Don’t get me wrong though because, like most boys, I’ve.