Together they shook, basking in the waves of pleasure that took them both, until finally, knees weak, Andy fell back onto the couch, his semi-hard p***s slipping from his mother's quivering lips.
They sat there, mother on the floor and son on the couch, both panting, flushed, and riding the aftershocks. Their world so shrouded in lust seemed now to slowly dissolve away, like a fog in a breeze until suddenly; the gravity of what they had just done sank into their cores.
"...Mom?" Andy spoke, his voice cracking as he still tried to gather breath.
Rachel sat there, looking down as her own breath slowly returned. She saw her bare breasts, n*****s still hard with a trail of saliva gripping to her right tit. It didn't stop there for this trail continued, broken but evident, stretching upon th
