” I whispered back, “I love you to mom.” There was a pause and then my mother told me, “Baby it is not a mother son love, but the type of love...that I had for your father before we married.” I was stunned at what she had just told me and thought about what she had just said. I was confused as my mother had always been the object of my sexual desires and had always felt that it was lust, not love. At that time my mind went back to what we came back to our room for, fucking. I slid down and. She was enjoying the groping. She was loving it. She kept her phone aside, with which she was fiddling so far. She pushed her ass back against my dick and I started dry humping her harder now. I could see beads of sweat forming on her forehead and over her lips. I wanted to bite her lips so much, but I couldn’t. I kept on rubbing my dick against her until I could feel precum form at the tip of my dick. I had to stop and I could hear her sigh.It turned me on even more and I got even more daring.. "But that's not possible. Is it?" I can make it happen," I told her. "I could make it happen today, if you wanted." I don't know," Laura said, biting her lower lip in uncertainty. I reached out to her emotions and sensed interest, but also nervousness. The nervousness seemed to stem from different sources -- fear of rejection, fear of discovery, fear of long-term complications. I eased her fear, and gently upped her arousal at the thought of fucking my Dad. It didn't take too much. I was. "Come here, lover. Show me what you learned watching porn."Bob joins her on the bed and sucks on her tits, gently biting her nipples. As he does that, his hand trails down her belly to her pussy. She's soaking wet, so he inserts his thumb to moisten it, then inserts two fingers as his thumb circles her clit."OH MY GOD," she screams and cums hard.He removes his fingers, then gets between her legs, sinks his cock deep into her, and starts stroking, in and out.Within minutes, she cums again. As.