Mom took a deep breath. She parted her lips and we kissed. Long, lusty, and hard, gasping, our tongues in wet embrace. Her eyes were wide, wild. Her n*****s hard against my chest, her hips moving, rubbing her pubic hair against the underside of my p***s. Sweat. Our bodies, wet with the humidity, slippery. We stopped to catch our breath. I moved my body lower, our eyes still on each other. I felt my erection move through her hair and the head trace a path over the nub of her c******s. She gasped. I felt the lips of her v****a, her entrance. I moved until my lips touched my mother's, our eyes open.
"What do you want, mommy?"
Her hips moved a little. The head of my erection parted her. She was panting.
"I want my son to make love to me. Over and over."
I kissed her again as I sheathed mys
