Rolling over so that her son was lying on his back, Jennifer lay on top of his chest with her back. Lifting her upper body up by planting her hands ba...k on the mattress on either side of her son's body, the mother fucked her own ass onto her son's cock-stalk, rotating and humping her hips on top of his. Mark didn't have to move much this way, and allowed his mom to fuck herself on him.He bent his knees while keeping his legs spread and his feet on the bed, and Jennifer planted a bare foot on. There was still a part of me that worried that she might taste a difference or tell by some small movement that this was not the woman she loved. Since I certainly did not know how to make love like my s*ster does. I didn't know how to make love like anyone. I didn't even know how to do it like me yet.I couldn't believe the hunger in her voice. The need. As if licking my s*ster turned her on every bit as much as the reverse would.This knowledge only turned me on more. And since she was really. Mom- Theek hai, Ratan ji.Ratan- Waise aapka size mujhe 36d lagta hai.Mom- Haan Ratan ji.Woh mom ko 2-4 bra laa kar dikhata hai jinme se mom ek select karti hai. Woh mom ko bolta hai ki woh try kyu nahi kar leti. Mom sharma rahi hoti hai par woh unko convince kar leta hai bol kar ki mujhse kya sharmana bhabhiji. Mom changing room ki taraf badhti hai.Woh mom ko chalte hue peechhe se tadta hai unki matakti hui gand ko aur kamar ko. Mom jaise hi bahar nikalti hai toh woh use bra pack karne bolti. Your hands clutched the sheets from each side of my body and you fucked me like an animal. Your harsh groans were all the proof I needed that showed me you were enjoying my cunt and stretching me as much as you could. You kissed my lips and made eye contact. You didn’t look elsewhere while you pounded me. You buried you dick deep into my pussy and started circling your hips. This move of yours was my favorite. I moaned like a whore and sobbed in front of you, “Please….” I begged I didn’t.