I brought my hands to the sides of her face. “Good morning, Mom.” I gently kissed her mouth and began fucking her.Her physical response was loving...and immediate. Ten minutes later, she was holding her pussy up to me and milking another load of her son’s cum into herself. So far, we’d spent a total of at least four full hours fucking and cumming but now, after spending twelve or thirteen hours in the sleeping bag, we both needed to answer nature’s call.I unzipped the bag, jumped out and quickly. Grinding led to making out. And before she knew it, she was being led into a remote corner of the club.The feeling of her back against the wall, his lips on her neck, his hardened manhood pressing against her thigh, the growing heat between her legs – it was all moving so fast. Normally, she would have put a stop to this. Normally, she would have taken control.Tonight, though, she had a much different thought: Let’s see where this goes. She lifted her right leg and rested it on his hip. Taking. ?Stay.? With that he abruptly stood up and went into the kitchen. I heard the refrigerator door open and close, and a few moments later he was behind me once more. ?I popped this one in the fridge when I got home. You know ? just for variety.? There was sadistic glee in his voice. I shuddered in anticipation. That enema had been chilling for well over an hour by now. Sure enough, it felt like ice water filling my bowels as he squeezed this final enema into me. I whined as my insides. Only her upper half was visible, her movements suggested this encounter was post shower and she was totally naked. Her body was svelte with no extra weight as I watched her back and fleeting side boob shots until she turned to face the window. They were small and pert with little pink nipples bouncing slightly as she moved.I had the pleasure of this view for a few seconds before the blinds were dropped leaving me with fond memories and a raging erection. This became my number one target .