" I said, holding the quivering tip of my dick at mom's entrance. I could feel her heat and moisture on my tip. I grabbed her by the hips and held her...in place, hard. "No, it's not going to be that easy this time. You can't close your eyes, and you have to say it."Mom whimpered and pulled forward, but I held her hips in place and slapped my dick against her wet cunny. I began to slowly move the length of my cock along the length of her pussy, never going in, but sliding against her clit."Say. But something about the biz makes one a bit off. You know, the term, 'going postal'? They might've been more accurate if they'd popularized the phrase 'going UPS'.Now, before you get any ideas, I'm certainly not implying that everyone affiliated with that logo is nutty. But my cousin is unmistakably so. I tend to think that it is due to prolonged exposure to that gummy packing tape. Well, not regular exposure. I went to pick her up from the job one day, and caught her with a mouthful of the. I came in early Tuesday morning to prep a few things, and set up for the day. My sense of competition kicking in, I guess. Couldn't let a near-beginner show me up in lab, now could I? The motivational value was incredible--I've never had a stronger urge to go in early and start working. When she came in, I waved hi, then promptly started going through the schedule for the day."A little ambitious, aren't we?" she asked."The incubation is the only step that's time-intensive; everything else. When I walked back into my bathroom, the shower was already steaming hot. I could just barely make out the silhouette of Isabelles slim figure through the fog on the glass door. I brought it, I said, setting it down on the towel rack. Get in, the water is fine! Isabelle giggled. I smiled as I slid the glass door open and walking in to the warm shower behind Isabelle. She immediately turned around and kissed my lips having just washed the cum off of her face. I love you, Lucas, she said, biting.