At this point in the fantasy, I can't stop myself. I start panting aloud, imagining him enter his rod of pleasure in me, very softly and start rocking...me back and forth. As I run my hands through his hair, he cups my C-sized breast in one hand, circling my nipple with his thumb and rests his other hand on my waist. I wrap my legs around him for his cock to go in deeper. It isn't only our close contact that makes me creep closer and closer to an orgasm--or at least, my assumption of how it. My mom totally stopped sucking my cock; she just had her face in my groin totally silent. On my next stroke downward I flicked mom's clit; she threw her head out of my groin and started sucking me frantically. She made nasty noises as she slurped on my dick and licked my balls noisily. In between her slurps she managed to say, "You need to finish this moment Phillip, This has gotten out of hand!" Even so, I never stopped my rubbing and she went right back to sucking me off. I was so close to. My cock was in her crack, leaking precum between her cheeks. I rubbed my cock up and down her crack, lubricated by my juices. I then pushed my cock against her and my knob rested against what I thought must be her cunt entrance, but it seemed difficult to get my cock in. Mom gave a moan, still half asleep so I gave another shove and my knob entered, and then slowly I thrust in and out, easing my way further in. Mom awoke fully and screamed, “Rob, what are you doing fucking my arse?” I was. However, there is one pack, which does not follow the rules. Regular weapons cannot kill werewolves. But silver can hurt them, and enough of it, can kill them.”“Wait, but I stabbed one, in his throat. I killed him.” He rejected of hand her explanation. “The knife was not silver, so he will probably survive, unless if you took off his head. Did you?” She answered him, as if she was explaining a math problem to a student. He sighed and spoke. “Nope, that I did not do. So tell me, why were you.