”“I already need to go again,” he said, without any trace of embarrassment.“Well one of them is quite new. It’s more detailed. Maybe I could...tell you that one.”“New?”“Just a few minutes old, in fact.”“Really?”She stood up. What she was feeling wasn’t compulsion, not like the wand caused. But something was urging her to do this and she was just tired of resisting. She went to his side of the table and told him to stand up.“It goes like this,” she said, softly. “I do what I just did - get up and. Hearing her moan and feeling her arms wrap around his neck told him that she loved it and he didn’t back off one bit. The bed was a couple of steps behind her and he toppled them over on it. The smile that broke across her face slowed him down, ‘Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?’ Katherine cupped his face in her hands, ‘You already have me practically naked and in your bed, Clint. There is no need to sugar coat it.’ She tried to be brazen and bold, wanting to somehow be more for him.. ”“Huh! Spin it however you want, sweetie, he snores.” I started to ask Mrs. D if I’d kept her awake, but she cut me off, “Come on, kids. Breakfast’s served.” And a damned good breakfast it was.After the food was all inside us and we’d cleaned and put away the dishes, we went into the living room where Marsha and I sat on the couch. Mrs. D stood in front of us and asked, “What are you kids up to today?”“Mom, can we talk?” She looked at me. “Alone, please?” That was unexpected. I looked. Looking back, it was so awkward, I was just flopping away on top of her with no real sense of rhythm, but it felt so good, and she must've liked it, because her pussy kept squeezing me out. The smell of sex was everywhere, and it was turning me on even more. About a minute and a half into it, I started getting my rhythm and pounding hard. I lost all control, and used one of my hands to grab her by the hair. I started humping her violently, shaking her head back and forth, getting ready to cum,.