The feeling. The pleasure. Ultimately, the pleasure – waves wreaked through my body.“Yeah, mom. It feels great!”“Good!” she said. And then s...e was back to sucking my cock. And jerking me off. I could feel the pressure building in my crotch.“Just do it on my face, sweetie,” mom said encouragingly.And I shot my load – fast and furious. On mom’s face. Her sweet lips. Nose. A cheek. Half-opened mouth. My jizz trickled down her chin. On her tits.“My…my…you do have good loads,” she said, wiping her. I think the expression is "grin and bear it." I did, but I didn't have to like it.Laura glanced up at me as we walked side by side across the grassy park. She was chewing her lip and had a worried expression on her pretty face. We were walking close together, but not touching."But it feels like such an... an invasion," she complained. I didn't like the petulant tone of her voice. For the first time in many months, I caught her by the wrist and pulled her around to face me directly. Her face. Caucasian. European. P04) In the back of her mind, thinking how unerringly similar to her own breasts they appear to be, reaching out, touching, feeling a firm globe, she runs a thumb across the pierced nub of the nipple standing upright from the tan areola, a small gold stud piercing horizontally through it. Cupping the globe, soft but yet also firm, she almost embarrassingly grips the matching breast in her other hand, it just as realistic in every way. Palming both, even noticing. My husband Ralph and I have been married for almost ten years and we don’t have any children but it isn’t for want of trying all sorts of options to increase our chances of having a little one that we could brag about to relatives and friends. My own mother accused me of using pills and contraceptives to keep from the added expense of the patter of tiny feet on the carpet. I had insisted that he put every available drop of his sperm into my vaginal tract even though he had fantasies about using.