I probed her tight hole with my tongue, making it wet, and licking her in between my attempts to go deeper inside with my tongue. I reached over to gr...b the bottle of lube which I had placed on the bed beside me, but not before reaching underneath Helen and caressing her nipples. “Fuck… that feels so good,” she whispered. It may have felt good, but I stopped touching her breasts and took the lube and squeezed a large dollop onto her anus. “I felt that,” she said. “And now,” I asked, “can you. My hipbones are slammed punishingly into the desktop again and again until pleasure starts over-riding pain and my body lengthens. I stand on tiptoe and reach my free hand under me to touch my clit. I grind it pushingly, pushing myself toward orgasm with each pass of my fingers. You continue to pound into me until I come, crying out my pleasure, my back arched and my face red.You pull out of me so suddenly that I moan in protest. There is a small shift in your stance and then I can feel you. " Shh h," she whispered, silencing him by putting herfinger on his lips. "We'll talk tomorrow. For now, beat peace. Let me be your mother and let us sleep besideeach other. I need this to remember you as my onlyson." But, what do..." Mikey started to object, confused.What did his mother mean?"Shh h." She put his hand over his mouth and kissed himon the forehead. "Come with me." Taking his hand shestood up and helped him to his feet. Hand in hand theywalked to the hall and toward her room."Mom,". Tony was still going out with Debbie Mason--Bette had, after that first night in Ken's bedroom, found that the girl had a lot of redeeming qualities and had even grown somewhat fond of her, now that she had gotten to know her better much, much better. Tony and Debbie made a fine, handsome couple, and everyone thought that they might even get married one day. Bette knew better, though, for as much as she had grown to like Debbie, the lovely blonde mother could never have her as a daughter-in-.