I repeated the entire process again, adding two fingers inside her when I sucked her c**t through that second climax. I cleaned her with my tongue again, but she was stubbornly wet even after my best efforts. Our eyes met when I sucked her heavenly juices from my fingers. Her left hand softly stroked my hair.
"Well," she purred at me, "did that take care of 'our problem'?"
I stood and let my shorts and boxers drop to the floor. My c**k was completely hard and throbbed as I stood between her thighs.
"Not exactly," I shrugged.
"Good," she growled huskily, spreading her legs to welcome me in.
I was unprepared for the treat my mother had between her legs. As marvelous as it had tasted, she had skills that I never suspected. Her moist walls gripped my invading c**k and squeezed it gently.
