Chapitre 3227: RAIN TALES: THE HEAT DOCTOR
I lay in bed listening to heavy rain pounding the roof. A nice chill creeped through an open window filling the room and I crouched naked under the sheet enjoying the sweet feeling and the satisfying thought that I didn't have to go to work because of a shift exchange.
I idly stroked my morning wood, fantasizing about the sexy older woman who had recently been employed as a secretary at my workplace. She was a buxom Indian woman in her mid-thirties, with a pair of big round boobs and, unusual for one of her ethnicity, a big high ass and thick round thighs. Rumor had it that she was a divorcee. It was also rumored that she dated black men only, which meant that at least on those grounds I had a chance. What I didn't know was if she had a thing for younger guys; I was twenty five. I meant to find out, and had recently started throwing compliments at her. She would blush and smile sweetly each time.
I was on the verge of shooting cum to an image in my head of me going down on her fat cunt as she leaned against the wall in her office, one big leg over my shoulder and her big boobs swinging free from an unbuttoned blouse, but it suddenly occurred to me that an orgasm would be better if experienced while watching porn with a couple shots of vodka in my head; I was home alone, why not make the best of it? I managed to hold back the blast.
When the rain finally eased I heard movements about the house and shortly afterwards, the sound of my mom's car leaving the yard, taking her and my younger sister to work. I got up and went to the kitchen where I made myself breakfast then took a quick shower. From my closet I pulled a full bottle of vodka; I did a little drinking in secret some nights while on my computer or listening to music from my stereo system. Mom was against drinking, having grown up in a home with alcoholic parents who were always fighting. She only ever took a moderate drink on special occasions like at Christmas time or at parties and family gatherings.
I sat down in my favourite chair, an old two seater sofa situated not far from the bottom of the stairs, a little off to the side. I placed my laptop, the vodka and a bottle of orange juice on top of a small table within hand reach. I downed a large straight shot to give myself a quick buzz, then filled the glass with a two part vodka, one part cold juice mixture -- no ice.
I logged into a site I subscribed to and began watching a thick mature Russian seducing her skinny, nerdy nephew. The aunt was on her knees blowing the nerd's incredibly long tool, when I heard a soft sound from the stairs. I looked up and got the shock of my life. My mom was slowly coming down the stairs, looking like she could do with some more sleep. She was wearing only a short vest that stopped at her waist, and thin, white nylon bikini panties.
At forty-six, my mother's petite, beige colored body was in excellent shape. She used to be a gymnast before she gave birth to me at twenty-one. My sister came along two years later. Mom is five foot, one and nicely shaped -- a slim waist, wide hips, round thighs and fluffy ass. She didn't have the broad waist, boyish shape and heavy upper body that a lot of female gymnasts usually have. Her breasts were an altogether different story; they were tiny plum-like cuties with the longest imaginable brown nipples, that if measured would likely be close to two inches long.
Because of her small breasts she hardly ever wore bras, and never at home, which is how I come to know about her nipples; I'd peeked them on numerous occasions from down the front of a loose blouse or T-shirt, when she bent over while doing something or the other around the house or on the rare occasion when she happened to be in nightie alone. Though amazed by the length of her nipples and the overall diminutive sweetness of her breast I'd never thought about them in a sexual manner; after all she's my mother. To me they were simply mommy's nice tiny tits.
Though startled by the sudden appearance of mommy and the sight of her skimpy sleepwear, I had the presence of mind to grab the bottle of vodka and push it under the table. I watched amazed as she made the turn on the stairs and descended the final three steps, arms spread out high above head, mouth open wide in a lusty yawn. I couldn't help thinking but not in a dirty manner that unless mommy was wearing a sanitary pad or was fetching a few years growth of hair down there, then that was one seriously plump pussy that the white nylon panties was stuffed with. The brief panties fitted her snugly, looking like it was threatening to burst.
When she was two feet away from me and I was standing up in an attempt to slip away out of her sight to save her any embarrassment, she completed the yawn and opened her eyes. She gave a loud shriek, and turning as if about to run back upstairs, stumbled and started to fall. I leaned over quickly and caught her, one hand around her chest, cupping a breast and the other one around her bare lower belly.
"It's me, mom," I cried out, just as she was bringing the word help up her throat.
At the sound of my voice she slumped and almost fell again. I pulled her against me, my cock still almost fully hard from watching the porn video, pressing into her back. I am five eleven, my dad's height. Mom's body was trembling and she was panting hard. I lowered us to the chair and held her shaking body close. Through panting breath, she said:
"Yuh nearly scared the life out of me ... oh my god ... mih heart is beating like a drum ... here, feel it."
She lifted my hand and placed it on her chest. Her heart was indeed pumping maddeningly.
"Jesus, it really jumping in there," I cried out.
She had dropped her hand away from the back of mine, but I kept my hand on her chest, fascinated by the wildly beating heart my hand was covering. And then, out of the blue a wicked light was switched on inside my head, followed by a sneaky thought as I felt the extra-long nipple against my palm. I lowered my hand a bit and spread my fingers. I then closed my fingers, trapping the nipple between two of them.
"I need a drink of water or something to help steady me ... oh my god," I heard her softly say.
She started to get up and noticed the glass and juice bottle on the table.
"What's this, orange juice?" she asked, leaning over.
Before I could reply she upped the glass and put it to her lips. She downed the content in one go. She gagged and gasped.
"Whah the hell is that I just drink?" she cried out, making a funny, screwed face.
"Orange juice and vodka," I ventured, sheepishly.
"Orange juice and vodka, or orange flavored vodka? Christ, yuh nearly killed me twice in two minutes ... I thought I was alone in the house," she said, looking at me.
"Me, too, I heard the car drive off."
"That was Zara, I have the day off," she said.
"And I exchanged shift, I don't have to go in until tonight," I told her.
I didn't realize my fingers were still holding her nipple hostage until I saw her look down at her chest. I panicked for a moment, but managed to take control of the situation. I gently patted her chest and with a slightly shaky voice said:
"The drink seems to have calmed your heart a bit ... it's still above normal, but not as bad as it was two minutes ago."
"But what has it done to my head?" she ventured.
She was still visibly shaken and trembling a bit. I drew her close and stroked her cheek.
"I'm sorry mommy."
"It's awright baby," she said, leaning her head onto my shoulder.
I found myself glancing down briefly at her crotch area. But as brief as the glance was, it gathered enough info to pass on from eyeballs to brain and from brain to cock, with the message that nice, fat pussy was close at hand. My eyes made a second surreptitious glance downward and I felt my cock move in my boxers, appreciating the fine sight. I cursed under my breath, telling the wicked, inner man to get a hold of himself.
"I think your juice has gotten to my head very quickly," mom said, stressing on the word 'juice'.
"It's starting to feel very light ... I guess it's because of my empty stomach ... so you drink, eh?" she continued, looking at me seriously.
"Only once in a while ... don't get the wrong idea," I cried out in defense.
Just then an unmistakable, porn star style moaning was heard, causing us to both to freeze and then, simultaneously, in slow motion, turn our heads toward the computer on the table. I guess we both wanted to deny what we had heard. But there was no denying the now, louder, aah, aah, aah that was coming from the speakers, followed by an angry, snarling female voice.
"Fuck me ... fuck me hard ... fuck your aunty's ass hole with your big cock."
"What de shiiit!" mom cried out, raising her hand to her mouth and looking at me accusingly.
In my haste to get rid of the vodka, I had forgotten to shut down the computer. We both stared wide eyed and open mouthed at the young Russian jabbing his big cock back and forth in his middle aged Auntie's greased up ass. Our eyes remained locked to the spicy images for about a minute until mom tore hers away and cried out.
"Jesus Christ, Sammy, yuh don't only drink ... yuh also watch porn ... at this time of the morning ... and look at the name of the site ... incestus!"
I didn't reply to that, I didn't know porn watching had a special time of the day to be indulged. What I did know was that I was turned on by what I'd seen on the lap top screen, and, I had to admit, by what I'd seen between mommy's legs. Mommy was looking intently at the screen, and then as if suddenly waking up, wrenched her head to the side.
"Boy, turn dat damn, blasted thing down ... I mean off!" she shouted.
I shut the computer down, poured and downed a stiff straight drink and placed my hands on my cock to try and shut that down. Mommy glanced at the tented shorts and shook her head in disbelief.
"I was on mih way to the kitchen for coffee and a sandwich ... I think I better go get it quickly before mih head spins off mih neck ... your once in a while drink could drunk a horse for more than a while. You seem to have taken after your grandfather in many ways," she said softly, looking defeated.
She then chuckled as she stole a quick glance at my hand covered boner. She got up and I immediately noticed that the panties had ridden far into her ass crack, most of it having disappeared, leaving both fleshy creamy-brown cheeks exposed to my excited eyes. My cock went wild. She took two steps forward, looked down at her body and for the second time in less than ten minutes, shrieked loudly. She brought both hands behind her and then as if realizing they weren't big enough to cover the spread of her lovely choco balls, spun around. Then following the gaze of my entranced eyes it also dawned on her that by having her hands at the back she was exposing a more sacred morsel, so she reached for the front hem of her tiny vest and stretched it for all it was worth in an effort to cover her vaginal mound. This of course caused the neck and arm hole of the vest to drop low, and out popped one little plum with is long pip. I looked at it long and hard and she looked at me, sighed and rolled her eyes helplessly.
She side stepped and lowered her bottom to the chair.
"Jesus, now ah do need a drink ... dis is too much for me to grasp with a sober head ... fix mih one, boy ... like de first one."
I quickly fixed the drink and she downed half in one gulp and five seconds later finished off the rest and stretched out the glass. I poured more vodka and a little juice into the glass. She took a deep sip and kept the glass in her hand. She lowered her head for a few seconds, then straightening up began to talk, sounding a wee bit tipsy.
"What is wrong with today? ... how can so many shocking things happen such short minutes apart?" she said, taking another sip of drink and looking at me as if for an answer.
She continued, "In less time than it would take for some songs to play, I've been startled out of my wits three times, suffered a mini heart attack, almost fell to the floor, gotten drunk, exposed my ass and my tits, and my ... my thing ... to my son ... find out he drinks heavily and watches porn in the early morning ... incest porn ... and not to mention finding my nipple trapped between his fingers," she said, shaking her head sadly and then finished the drink.
"That part with the nipple ... was not ... intentional," I lied.
"I know ... I know, darling, everything happened so fast, anything could have happened."
I breathed a sigh of relief, but was reminded by my lurching cock what a bastard I was. I took another straight drink and refilled mom's glass. She giggled and took a swallow.
"And you need not worry about yuh ass, and tits, and thing being exposed, mommy, they in good shape ... quite attractive and pleasing to the eyes ... dem things of yours!" I said truthfully, but never the less surprising myself into realization that the vodka had also gotten to my head
"Oh, I dare say ... well thank you for finding your old mom's tits and ass and thing nice to look at ... I'll accept the compliment ... at least there is still someone around in this house to appreciate them," she said, and took a sip.
I knew where she was going with that. Two years ago dad had walked out to go live with his much younger secretary.
"Well, let's drink to being in good shape," she said, smiling sweetly but with glassy eyes.
We remained silent for a few minutes, during which time the rain came down harder and mom finished the drink in her glass. A cold wind somehow found its way into the house and she shivered.
"You're cold," I said.
"Yeah and de old boy isn't here to heat up de old girl," she replied, chuckling.
There was nothing surprising in what she said. She often referred to herself as 'the old girl' and me and my sister would sometimes joke about dad's absence and tease her lightly. We'd all come to accept the harsh truth and made fun of it whenever the opportunity presented itself. We would tell her to go out and date, except that Zara though younger, was bolder than me and would tell her to go out and get laid.
"Don't worry about that, I can take care of it, I'm the heat doctor ... give me your hand," I said, not without wicked intentions.
I'd already sold myself on the idea a couple minutes ago, that this was just the right set of conditions to risk some of the stuff I'd viewed on Incestus. I wanted badly to put my hands on my mother's beautiful, petite body ... and if things shaped well, put my cock in her. She chuckled and I took hold of her hand and rubbed it briskly between mine. I worked my way up to her armpits and playfully tickled her, causing her to laugh out girlishly. I reached across and did the same to the other hand, but because of the position I was in, when I did her upper arm the back of my hand continuously nudged her nipple.
"Mommy, this pointy thing of yours keeps getting in the way," I said jokingly.
"Just pay that young girl no heed, she's just being fresh," she said, laughing.
I reached out and gently tweaked the nipple. I felt her body tremble and she breathed hard.
"You just move aside, little lady," I said and we both laughed.
"Let me go behind the chair and do your shoulder," I suggested.
"Whatever you say, heat doctor,"
She glanced furtively at the tented shorts as I got up, and I saw a brief look of concern cross her flushed face. While I was walking around the chair she quickly reached for the bottle and threw herself a moderate, straight drink that she downed in one gulp.
I stood behind the chair and gently massaged her shoulders and neck.
"Yuh feeling the heat yet?" I asked
"Yes dear, you have magic fingers.They're working miracles"
"I told you I'm the heat doctor ... by the time I'm finished treating you, yuh gonna be de hottest mama in the neighborhood on this rainy day," I declared.
She laughed out loud. I lowered my hands, running them down her sides to her fleshy hips.
"Does that feel good?" I asked in a whisper.
"Yes it does ... but it tickles," she said, sighing.
"Good, tickling doubles the heat."
I went lower, massaging her thighs from groin to knees and then back up continuously. I let my thumbs nudge her nylon covered bump and she squirmed.
"Doctor, this is too much heat now ... you've done your job ... I'm good," she said in a pleading manner.
I felt her hands grip mine and move them away from the danger area.
"There's no such thing as too much heat on a rainy day ... you need as much as you can get ... just let it spread out and take over your entire body," I cajoled.
"It already has ... I'm good," she cried, squirming and trying to smile.
I raised my hands and let them travel up under her vest until they were cupping both tiny breasts, the nipples of which were quite stiff from increased blood flow. I twirled and pulled at the long pips.
"What have we got here ... two little girls who like the heat and want more?" I said, chuckling wickedly.
"Please Sammy, this is really too much heat ... it's the wrong kind of heat, I can't take it ... I can't do this ... please, just stop, honey, it's too much for mommy to handle," she cried, panting hard.
Her hands were gripping and pulling at mine, but not with much conviction. So I continued to rub and soon her hands fell away and I heard her sigh. I leaned over and rubbed her cheeks with mine and she returned the rub with hers. I gently kissed and licked her neck and sucked on an earlobe as I toyed with the hard plum pips. With one hand completely capturing a breast in its palm, I let the other travel down and snake its way between her thighs and find the huge mound. It was no pad, it was all pussy down there. I grasped the soft, hot, pulsing vulva.
"No doctor, no, this really is unbearable heat ... its burning ... you'll kill me ... spare me doctor ..." she said, trying to make a joke out of it.
But then she suddenly threw back her head and cried out "Oh shit ... oh fuck!"
In a last effort, she pulled my hand partly away and clamped her thighs shut to keep my fingers from going further. But when I leaned over and found her mouth, she opened up and let my tongue in, offering up hers in return. As we kissed I felt her legs move apart and I let my hand slide to the gift in waiting. I rubbed the hot, wet mound through the thin nylon, before bringing the hand up and sliding it under the panty waist. I parted the lush bush and then the fatty folds and let my finger slip into the dripping hole.
"Let me give you all the heat you need mommy," I said.
"Yes, Sammy, baby, give it to the old girl," she cried out lustily.
I began finger fucking her rapidly and she bucked in total abandon, throwing her hands and legs wide in acceptance of the vigorous fingering. I hooked my hands in the flimsy panty waist and she raised her ass and legs, allowing me to drag it off and toss it away. I let my body slide head downward over the chair back and along her body until I was positioned with my face downward in her crotch and my balls hanging between spread legs in her face. I stared at the thick black pussy shrubbery with a sprinkling of white, noticeable, but not enough to refer to the matted wool as being salt and pepper. The bump that had captivated me earlier was due to a combination of lush hair and unusually fat labia lips. I rubbed my face in it and then pressed down hard, sticking out my tongue.
She squirmed at first, gripping my head and bucking, but then she was pushing my head away.
"You can't do that, not now ... I haven't had my morning bath as yet," she cried out.
"Didn't you shower last night before going to bed?"
"Yes, but that was long hours ago ... I'm not fresh," she said.
"Well, I haven't brushed my teeth yet, so we're both not fresh," I said, chuckling.
I dived into the dark patch, inhaling and enjoying the overnight musky odour. I licked at the swollen lips, and then turning my head sideways, opened my mouth wide and clamped down on the flesh of both lips.
"Oh, Sammy, what are you doing to me baby ... what am I letting you do ... what are we doing to each other?" she asked, worriedly.
I sucked on the pussy lips and the obstructing hair, and just as my mouth moved to the clit that was as impressive as her nipples I felt her licking my balls, while a hand between our bodies was jacking my cock earnestly. She had only made about a dozen licks and jerks on my sex parts, when her own body jerked violently and then began to shudder. She was cumming like crazy, her hips lashing upward and smashing her vulva against my face, and then she was slapping my ass wildly and shrieking as her legs made bicycle-pedaling moves in the air.
I rolled away onto the floor and then gripping her on the ribs, easily lifted her little, slim-thick body off the chair and up into the air. I held her there with her crotch in my face. I leaned forward and smack-kissed the bushy mound. She immediately wrapped her legs around my neck and gripped the back of my head as I walked with her, belly against my face to the back of the chair, where I lowered her. With her little plump ass on the chair back she clasped her hands around my neck and raised her legs, spreading them wide. I gripped her butt cheeks and moved my hips forward, lining up my cock against the bushy flesh hill.
She removed one hand from my neck and gripping my hard tool firmly, probed the folds of lip and centered my swollen little head between them.
"Oh gawd, ah can't believe this really happening ... this must be a dream," she cried out while making sure my tool was fitted in her entrance.
I pushed forward and she gasped loudly as a couple of inches of stout, hard, brown wood entered her private hole.
"You don't believe this mom?" I asked, pushing again and sending more of me into her.
"No, no baby ... I don't ... I know I'm going to wake up and everything will be alright," she said, trying to convince herself.
I pushed another couple of inches into her tight hole.
"You still don't believe?" I asked, breathing heavily.
"No, no, no ... unnnnnnnnh!
I pushed forward hard, sending all eight, stout inches into her little, chubby twat. I saw her face grimace and she bit into her top lip. I paused for a moment and then was moving back and forth with quick jabs.
"Don't you ... don't you?" I asked, panting as I slammed into her.
"No, yes, no ... yes, yes ... yesssss ... ooooooh ... shit!"
I stopped thrusting and stood still, buried to the hilt in her warm, contracting pussy, feeling her hairs mix with mine. I looked down into her wide open eyes that were staring at me in unbelievable amazement. She blushed heavily and gave me a weak smile with trembling lips, before looking away. Her resolve broke and she started sniffling, fat tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Is alright mommy ... I love you ... will always love you," I assured her.
I leaned forward and licked the salty tears, as I began to move in her with a slow, deep and steady rhythm. Still sniffling, I barely heard her speak.
"Honey, dream or real, it nice ... ah like it ... ah like what yuh doing to me."
She used one hand to wipe away the tears, looking at me with new-found bravery in her eyes and an appreciative smile on her face as she bit lightly into a full bottom lip. Her hips moved in collusion with mine to bring pleasure to us both, despite awareness of the wrongdoing in progress.
"Yuh pussy feel good mommy," I said, gleefully.
"Well tek it baby ... make it yuh own private property to do whateva yuh want with ... whenevah yuh want ... fuck it honey, fuck it ... is yours."
I arched my back and took a long nipple in my mouth as I began firing away while she made prolonged, hissing sounds as I jabbed her repeatedly.
"That's my baby ... just like old times ... suck yuh mommy's titties ... ooooooh ... it feels so nice, after such a long time," she said, urging me on.
With her little, big ass perched on the chair back she dropped her legs to wrap them around my clenched butt and increased her hip movements, making quick, jerking thrusts, alternated with slow, grinding upward rolls. I matched her for a while then just stood still, allowing her to do her thing with hips and pussy. And she was obviously enjoying the ride for she was suddenly smiling all the while. It wasn't long before she began panting heavily and suddenly with a drawn out howl piercing the silence of the room, was shaking like a windblown leaf.
I still hadn't cum as yet, probably because of the alcohol. When her thrill had ended, I lifted her off the chair back, and with my hard cock still planted in her made my way up the stairs and into her bedroom. I climbed onto the bed with her and she released my neck and fell back onto the firm mattress on head and shoulders, her crotch locked to mine, ass on my thighs as I settled on bent knees, leaning back. I gripped the fleshy hips and proceeded to pump the satisfied, but still game, mature pussy. Looked down at the wet, wooly mat and the slimy stuff, a mixture of my cum, and her fluid, foaming at the sides of her pussy lips, which my big tool was pressing in and pulling out with each stroke.
I reached down and twirled a stiff clit between thumb and forefinger, and she bucked furiously. I admired the tiny tits and their long nipples as they shook on her sweat drenched chest. Suddenly she sprung up and wrapped her arms around my neck as I encircled her wet back. She rode me urgently and I removed one of my hands from around her back and poked a middle finger into her mouth. She sucked on it, and as if knowing well my intended, next move, lathered it well with thick saliva. I brought the hand around and finding my way into her ass crack, I pressed the finger against the entrance and pressed in slightly, sending about one inch into her.
I left the finger there and as she rode me she was, with her own movements, fucking her ass with my finger. I eventually let it slide to the knuckle and felt it move back and forth in the tight hole a she quick fucked the bigger member. She found my mouth with hers and we kissed passionately until I felt the pressure in my loins build up to a point of no return. She sensed it and unleashed a series of rapid jerks while verbally coaxing me.
"Come on baby ... cum ... cum fuh mama ... put yuh waters in me."
She leaned far back, her long nips pointing up, still jerking her hips, as I blasted into her. She wailed as if she were the one cumming, and coming back forward, gripped my sides and ground down hard on my spurting cock, encircled by clinging, messy lips. I was flabbergasted when through the dizzying buzz in my head I heard her say:
"Give mommy a baby, darling ... make mih belly big with yuh child."
She poked her tongue into my ear as if to lock in those crazy words, sending my nerves into a renewed frenzy. We remained welded together for a while, me still on my knees, my still fairly erect cock being continuously gripped and massaged by her pussy walls. I lowered her to her back and remained stretched out on top of and between her thighs, as her teeth nibbled on my shoulder and she adeptly engaged my cock with her vaginal muscles, coaxing me back to full firmness. She gave a sudden upward thrust and said:
"Fuck mih hard Sammy baby."
I slammed into her as hard as I could and she cried out.
"Yes, yes, more."
I gave her more, pounding so hard, she slid along the mattress until her head was banging against the, fortunately, cushioned bedrest. She drew her legs back to her chest, utilizing her gymnast skills and bringing them to the side of her head. I pulled her back a little and she had room to stretch the legs straight out and rest her toes on the bed.
"Pin mih down, baby ... pin mommy pussy down to de bed and fuck it till it tired ... ooooooh!" she begged.
She made little grunting sounds as she valiantly accommodated my banging cock in her tight pussy. She had asked for more -- I obliged -- and she was taking it like a champion. I arched my back and once again latched my mouth onto a tiny milk bud and suckled hungrily as I I raised and lowered my hips violently, hearing her body being smacked loudly.
"A year from now you should be drawing milk from that mih baby ... you and yuh son or daughter."
And as if those seriously uttered, mad words had tickled her tremendously and triggered something in her she screamed out loud and was once again cumming.
"Oh, mih fucking gawd ... oooooooooh ... owwww!" she cried out.
She stretched her hands wide and gripped the sheet tightly as she snarled like a wounded and cornered jungle feline and convulsed. When she was done I remained still inside her, dripping sweat.
"Did you mean that about the baby?" I asked
"I don't know ... it just seemed like the thing to say ... I not sure ... but who knows, it's possible ... I'm not too old ... keep shooting sperm in me and we'll see ...we'll see."
I found myself thinking that nobody looking at mom would imagine her to be so crazily sexy and freaky. I turned her over and she quickly got onto hands and knees and I shoved my big dick into her and gave her fluffy ass a few hard smacks with my palms. She bucked and began rolling her lovely hips, urging me to keep smacking her now, reddened and finger branded ass cheeks. I gave her what she asked for. She was hissing loudly and continuously and bucking like a filly being broken
"Oh fuck, Sammy, this shit is so fucking sweet ... I hope yuh never stop giving this to me ... even when ah old and grey, I want you to be doing this to me ... promise me baby ... promise you will always fuck yuh mommy," she said, seriously, and in a pleading voice.
"I promise, mommy, I'm yours forever."
I leaned back and looked down at her jiggling ass as I slammed against it, thinking that sometime soon I was going to try for the puckered hole. I had a feeling she'd be game, judging from how easily she'd accepted the finger up it. The thought excited me and I quickened my strides, nerves set on reaching the finish line. It took me about another five minutes before I shot into her, but before that, following an urge, I lathered my forefinger with spit and sent it to the base in her ass simultaneously as I rammed my shooting stick so hard into her that she squealed and fell flat on her face.
"I think that feels like a baby, honey," she said chuckling.
She clenched her ass as I poured my hot, young, fertile seed into her hungry flesh pot. When I was finished, she turned her body around, causing me to slip out. She turned and looked at my cock with amazed eyes and began stroking it gently, a satisfied smile playing on her flushed face.
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