."Eventually I came all over his hand. He really did know what he was doing. When I was catching my breath I saw that he had his pants open and his fr...e hand was stroking his cock. Mom stopped playing with my tits and gently pushed the back of my shoulders."Go on sweetie and help him out. You know what to do." I did? Well I mean I suppose he wanted a blow job but all this was coming at me pretty fast (pardon the pun). However I didn't really need to figure out what to do and Steve sort of took. Looking back I realized that this wasn’t about love, lust or even the taboo we were about to break. This was about need, pure and simple. Almost like a****ls in heat. I stood behind my mom, the head of my cock pressing against her pussy lips. I never even made the decision. My mom pushed back onto me, my cock easily sliding into her. She pulled away and immediately moved right back on to me. I put my hands on her ass cheeks and started to push with my own rhythm. Mom let out a long, deep. "I think the tree represents the path of our lives, from the day we're born until the day we die. The runes, the great mystical secret that Odin wants so very much, I think they represent knowledge or wisdom; the difference between truth and lies. And the spear, well I think it represents the pain and struggle we go thru during our lives in order to gain that knowledge. Life isn't always fun and games; sometimes it can be very scary. For instance, you guys were out playing in the snow the other. My hair is dark brown, often dyed black with streaks of bold colors like blue, pink, etc. My eyes are hazel with one eye actually lighter than the other. Don't misunderstand me, my personality is exactly like hers. I just prefer an darker lifestyle. It suites me, quite well may I add. Both of us had grown up in small rural towns, being humble was part of the package deal. I observed the way Mina sat across from me, the slight rise and fall of her chest the only sign that she wasn't an figment.