She slid her fingers up and down my cock and I felt drops of precum surface from the swollen glans and drip onto my bare skin. I was ecstatic with the...sensation, she took time to rub every drop that emerged over the helmet of my hard cock until her fingers and my manhood were slippery. Her palm rubbed the lotion of my making over the tip of my cock and then she started a long, slow stroke up and down, pausing on each slow stroke to slide her finger around the bulging head to drive me insane.. The excitement of passion, and peculiarities of habit may sometimes cause contrary results to appear, but these do not last long, and in the end the natural state is resumed.'The wedge on the bosom, the scissors on the head, the piercing instrument on the cheeks, and the pinchers on the breasts and sides, may also be taken into consideration with the other four modes of striking, and thus give eight ways altogether. But these four ways of striking with instruments are peculiar to the people of. Mother took a breath and tried again, pulling down the zipper and revealing my underpants."I've got to have it!" Mother shouted and hoisted me to my feet.In a flash she dragged my shorts down and gobbled up my cock. I had to grab her head for balance. My fingers snared her long locks. She pushed into me, and I barely kept on my feet. Her mouth inhaled my dick, and her tongue slathered spit all over it."Momma, oh momma!" I groaned. I knew I had lost my concentration, but her mouth felt so good.. I watched in disbelief as she pulled it off her shoulders down to her monumental bust line. Her cleavage began to spill out like floodwater over a crumbling dam. She was struggling to get the fabric over her tits so she arched her back, revealing the faint outline of her rib cage. Her bra was sheer white and covered in an intricate floral pattern. I could see her nipples jutting through the thin fabric.With a sultry swivel of her hips, Mom peeled the rest of the dress past her slim waist and.