A perceptible groan sounded as the terry cloth blotter was removed and employed to pat dry her judiciously secreted breasts before venturing upward to...sponging-up the droplets encircling her sun-baked neck. A defining silence descended as she employed a practiced behind-the-back towel-flick to transfer custody of the loose end of that ‘swimmer’s shammy’ over to her left hand in order to utilize a very sensual tug-o-war maneuver in order to clear her bronzed stern, drip by sexy drip, of excess. Then the mother began fucking her son by riding him. Her hips undulated, gradually at first. After that, the tempo increased as the meaty goodness of his cock supplied her with ethereal sensations. “Oh Bobby, your cock feels sooooo INCREDIBLE!” she lavished. She could have never imagined her making this statement—never in her wildest moments, prior to tonight. i****t? Are you crazy?!But, there was no denying it. Her son’s hard penis, a masterpiece of length and girth, had been completely. “Is there a big red mark on my forehead? Does she think I’m cute? Why is she staring so long?” After a few moments Luke started to feel uncomfortable and tried to break the silence, “Um…are you ok? That was a bit of a nasty fall ya know.” His words didn’t seem to sink in as the girl just continued to stare. Luke was really starting to get a really weird vibe out by this whole situation.“It’s you.” Her voice, and the fact that she finally spoke, took Luke completely off balance. Her voice. . spend!—and not only to spend, but to spend with me watching you! All this gave me the most extraordinary pleasure! When I stopped to let you have a little rest or else put you into another position, I felt the pleasure arising from vengeance gratified, but when I began again to torture you, especially when I was tickling your cunt with a feather, while you were fastened down on your back with legs tied widely apart, I must confess that the pleasure was the pleasure of cruelty! My God!.