For just a moment, my mother's p***y had kissed the head of my c**k.
Both of us jolted, releasing a moan of surprise. It had only been a second, more like a fraction of a second, but we both knew what had happened and it was just so perfectly performed too. There was no prodding, not searching for the right spot. No, the lips of her v****a had pecked the head of my p***s like a couple's first kiss, longing for more.
This was beginning to become too much and not just for me. I could tell I was pushing Mom to her own limits. This was a woman in need. Her body writhing on top of me was begging for release from this hour long torment which is the culmination of years upon years of s****l oppression. Her walls were shattering, dams bursting, and though I felt as if my own were in equal state
