Mother son writhed clitoris bucked

Sure, less than five minutes had passed since we pulled over, but we were still on a deadline. He moved down on my mother and rubbed the tip of his nose in her pussy folds. I started fucking mom in a steady rhythm and spreading her lips open, Erin started licking her clit. Mom was panting and gasping, her juice running from her pussy, down the crack of her ass. I almost climaxed again, at the very thought of my friend making a baby in my mother's womb. As he slowly but firmly thrust his hips upward, causing that fat shaft to sink into my mother's dainty little body, I saw her lift her body up off the bed in an effort to receive as much of his cock as she possibly could. I just have to suck it into my mouth!

We both got dressed and returned to the idling truck. It seemed to mold itself to her chest, drawing attention to her magnificent, meaty breasts and it bottomed out not quite halfway to her knees, looking a lot like a sexy sweater dress. She was, I knew, to a large extent the old Mom who had rediscovered the joy of the things she has surrendered when she became the proper wife of man of stodgy semi-importance. We lugged our food and shopping up the five flights of stairs and then collapsed on the couch.