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I closed my eyes again and wondered if this part of the long night were son raping mother pictures a dream. The lust that earlier drenched the room had evaporated. The room was a still, silent peacefulness. I floated, feeling video only Martha's heat against me and her leg over mine and her finger on my forehead. Time passed. Her right hand that had stroked my forehead now cradled my sex with mother cheek, her thumb softly rubbing my left eyebrow. Son rape mother my eyes closed. I felt video the warmth of her face close to mine and felt her gaze. Her thumb made love to my eyebrow, sex with mother carefully, soothingly. Then her thumb stilled and her hand son raping mother pictures pressed my cheek almost imperceptively, and her very warm, moist, soft lips fit themselves perfectly to mine -- a strangely unsexual, unwanting kiss, a simple touching. She did this several times, lifting her head and then matching her lips to mine mom son sex. And then her lips stayed, pressing slightly. Video a genuine, easy, affectionate kiss. She lifted her face again and touched her lips to my cheek, nose, eyelids, and then down my other cheek and across my son raping mother pictures jawline and then around my neck. No demands video. No urgency. Only a son fucking mother touch of her lips. And this, too, she son raping mother pictures repeated, and then again. There was a pause and I felt her gazing and heard her breathing calmly and she seemed to be not gazing, but watching, waiting. There was a pause and I felt her gazing and heard her breathing calmly and she seemed to be not gazing, but watching, waiting..
And then her lips on mine again, but this time more wetly, more warmly, and son rape mother it was more a kiss than a touch, her own lips slightly parted and wetter now, and she pressed her lips to mine but, at the same time, she didn't press she skimmed her inner lips across my lips. And for a long time that way she made gentle love to my mouth with hers. And then her mouth met mine and the nipping and light puffing kisses began, trailing down my neck and onto my right shoulder, then across my throat and onto my left shoulder, her lips opening and her tongue touching my flesh but not moving, remaining there, tasting, giving, and I let my head fall to the right and blinked. The clock said mom son sex five twenty-nine. She withdrew her tongue, lifting her head, and stroked the spot on my shoulder that her tongue had warmed, and then her tongue returned, and the small, soft kisses returned, across my nippples, pinching me ever so slightly. Then her shoulders moved and her right hand stroked my left waist and her lips moved downward, her head mom son sex dipping gently and sweetly, and she kissed so lightly and so quietly that I heard nothing but her breathing. She made wide circles on me, son raping mother circles that became slowly smaller, a mouth that became slowly wetter, and the circle started above my navel and swung around my left hip and across the top of my right thigh and then across the left thigh and then around my left hip and back to the spot above my navel. And the kisses never changed but the circle became sex with mother smaller and smaller. After a long time the circle was only a few inches around my softened cock. I blinked again and the clock said mom son sex five-fifty-one. Inexplicably, her mouth seemed lustless, angelic, motherly, innocent. She merely touched, and mom son sex loved. And then the circle was smaller and the slow, infrequent kisses moved into my pubic curls and then to my cock, and a few seconds passed between each kiss as she touched them to my sleeping shaft, son fucking mother from the bottom and slowly to the top, then down. And then she stopped, and nestled closer, bringing her head over my loins, and I looked down and saw her gazing at my cock, mom son sex her left hand circling and then holding it with only an inch of the awakening tip above her thumb, and she seemed to study this sight with a gentle, girlish pout. And then she lowered her head and sex with mother licked my tip. She gazed again, the same way as before, and still holding me she made a little 'o' with her lips and circled my tip with her inner lips and gently tongued the slit, and she did this for several seconds. She gazed again, the same way as before, and still holding me she made a little 'o' with her lips and circled my tip with her inner lips and gently tongued the slit, and she did this for several seconds..
Then she removed her hand and her lips and started all over again, above my navel, in a wide circle. And she closed the circle slowly, and kissed up and down my listlessly but gradually responding shaft, which ached from its earlier striving. And then the lick, and then her wet lips gently mothering my tip. All the while, there was no demand, son fucking mother no hunger. Only a learning, a knowing, a loving. I looked at the clock. Son raping mother pictures six seventeen. I thought only Martha could do this. Only Martha would think of this. Only Martha could love in a way that was mom son sex flaming lust and, later, angelic nurturing. Now her lips at my son fucking mother tip opened. Slowly, not inch by inch but milli- meter by millimer, her lips sunk down and her mouth enclosed me. The only sound in the room was her breathing through her nose. After, it seems, three minutes, she engulfed my half-hardness completely. And then it was another three minutes, it seemed, while her mouth and tongue rose back to the top, and then her inner lips and her tongue swabbed son raping mother pictures me gently, and her mouth let me go. And she continued to hold me and she gazed at me while she swallowed and she settled closer. And then she did son raping mother pictures the same thing all over again. And after she had gone through the same, unhurried enclosing for the fourth time, I was rigid and hard and good as new, saying hello to the roof of her mouth with a feeble pulse now and then, especially on the downstroke. And after she had gone through the same, unhurried enclosing for the fourth time, I was rigid and hard and good as new, saying hello to the roof of her mouth with a feeble pulse now and then, especially on the downstroke..
The rest of me was torpid and slow, but my cock reached skyward. Now I was slick with her, and after she removed her mouth her cupping hand enclosed me and stroked me easily, loosely, slowly, and she watched, calm, unhurried, serenely son raping mother pleased as I grew in her hand. And then the soft, subtle sucking began. One suck, two, three, and then her lips would gently enclose and wetly swathe the sensitized tip, circling slowly son raping mother pictures. And son fucking mother never a hurry, never seeking more, never a thought of the next moment, but always a slow, moist lingering in the present. Then I surmised what son raping mother she was doing. As I had done in the streets, she was memorizing mom son sex. She seem to nurse, protect, savor, and video record each moment, each sensation, each response. Her eyes never left my cock. And as she saw my hardened shaft pulse, the glimmerings of a satisfied smile crossed her face, and she lifted up and put her hands astride my head and her knees astride my chest, and she raised onto her arms and looked down between us and centered her middle over mine and, carefully, she lowered herself and pressed my cock against my stomach and setted on me with the top half of my cock nestled in her tuft and the lower half cradled in her humid slit. Then she settled onto her elbows and arranged her nipples on mine, and she hugged her body against me, and hugged her elbows into me, and hugged her knees into me, and held my face. Her lips hovered over son raping mother pictures mine briefly. Her eyes flutterd and closed and she whispered with a soft, almost religious hush, Baby. Son fucking mother my baby. And then she kissed my mouth video. Fully, her lips pressing and son fucking mother gliding, her tongue slithering. Without hunger, without yearning. But with patient need and son fucking mother relish. Her lips left mine. Her lips left mine..
Rising son raping mother pictures again, she looked down the length of us and I looked down and watched and she watched as she carefully raised her belly and allowed my cock to stand. She lifted a little higher, and her slick outer lips found my tip, and circled it, and she let her sticky outer ring caress and then enfold my tip, as the lips of her mouth had done, and she raised and lowered, minutely, barely visibly, and her outer lips kissed and bathed my tip. My cock yawed and greeted her, and nestled to her. I heard her steady, concentrated son raping mother breathing, and my own broken sighs. I rested my hands on her circling hips and let my head fall back, and enjoyed not the lust but the love, the pleasure of being learned, intimately mothered, friended and pleased. Each movement, each pleasure, each moment was its own. There seemed to be no impatience for whatever son raping mother pictures was next. Her cunt caressed my tip for a while, and she lifted, her breath mildly irregular as her slit relinquished me, and I felt a thick, warm drop from inside her, whose source could only have been my cumming inside her earlier, that trickled onto my tip and teared son fucking mother downward and then onto my tummy. And then with a quiver in her breath she contacted my tip again, this time sliding her wet son raping mother pictures opening along my shaft until I felt the tip of her firming clit slide along my flesh. She nudged my tip and, still looking down, massaged my slit with her clit, around, up and down, and her breath quickened. She wetted and pleasured her clit on me for a moment, and then she raised again, and her slit clung to my tip and my my cock was lifted straight up. And with a long sigh through her nose and a serious, intent pout, she son raping mother lowered and then engulfed me fully, and ground her belly benignly on me. Relaxing onto her mom son sex elbows, she brought her face close to mine again, and tenderly held my face between her palms, and kissed me. Then, her breathing broken sex with mother only by small, occasional gasps of pleasure, she started fucking me languidly. Or, I should say, made love to me and paused just long enough to memorize video every move, every response, every sensation. Her eyes closed, her mouth calmly set, she rose and fell on me with apparent relish and care and concentration. When my breath quickened and my cock lurched in her, she stopped, paused, and raised her tummy and looked down again. And started over, from the first loving swab with her outer lips, and then to the nudging and sliding of her clit, and then to enfoldment, and then fucking. And again she did that, son raping mother pictures and again. And on the fifth effort, I felt her back tense and curl, and she didn't pause in sliding her clit along my shaft. And on the fifth effort, I felt her back tense and curl, and she didn't pause in sliding her clit along my shaft..
She gasped, and her face near mine breathed with a short, broken, quickening rhythm, and she closed her eyes and her lips tight- ened and she frowned as if deep in concentration, and her clit on me was as firm and taut as a sparrow's beak, and her juice flowed on me and she came, quietly, with a long trembling sigh, and her hands tightened on my face, and her arms shook, and then she pressed her clit against my cock and paused, and quivered, and jerked with a small, low-pitched, clipped Hm! from deep in her throat, and then another pause and a long quiver and a jerk son raping mother pictures and a then Hm! and then again, and still another, and then she slumped with a long, wobbly exhalation, and then she raised on her hands again and swallowed hard and whimpered, and she rested for a brief while while her breathing slowed. Then she looked down between us, aimed, enfolded me, relaxed on her elbows at my sides, and held my face tenderly. And began again video. It was nearly seven before I found the mom son sex strength to climax. Finally, son rape mother the blissful agony began. I felt the first twitch in my tired balls. Martha looked down, and slowed, but kept going. Her inner cunt milked me on each upstroke. And son raping mother pictures I thought How does she know? How does she sex with mother know? I spouted. Thin, watery squirts were all sex with mother I could manage. But son fucking mother it was warm, eager, leaping high into her like salmon. I kept cumming after my weak, empty tubes had given their last, and I heaved and panted and my shaft continued to pulse. I think I made a loud video noise but I couldn't hear myself. The long orgasm was poignant and tight and deep. The long orgasm was poignant and tight and deep..
She milked me snugly and son raping mother let me wander in my cumming for as long as I could. Then she melted into me everywhere. She closed her elbows and her knees and her arms mom son sex on me and her torso pressed into me and she became a mothering cocoon around me, and she kissed me passionately. She sex with mother stroked my hair and kissed my face. She whispered, Baby son rape mother. Sex with mother baby. After lunch and packing, we took a brief stroll along the river near Gracie Mansion. Son raping mother pictures i leaned on a railing and looked toward the city and down the line of the promenande into Manhattan. Will I see this again mom son sex? I son fucking mother asked. Mom son sex oh, of course you will, she said. She stood behind me, her short hair rustling in son raping mother the breeze, and put her arms around me and folded them around my chest. She spoke, son rape mother then, more than she had spoken all morning. She spoke clearly, slowly, her voice raised barely above the sounds of the breeze, the rustling video trees, and the flowing river. Hon, you may be only five-foot-seven mom son sex and wear glasses, and you look sweet and innocent. but sex with mother you have a great power inside you. You have an intensity video that is. consuming, son raping mother pictures and almost frightening. Son fucking mother i know you do, because I've seen it, I've felt it. Son fucking mother i know you do, because I've seen it, I've felt it..
And I know you son raping mother pictures do, Steven, because I have it in me, too. This week, I knew what I video probably always knew. That intensity has bound us for a son raping mother pictures long time. I discovered that if I couldn't express it with you, I felt smothered. And when we smother ourselves, that intensity controls us and it makes us do things mom son sex we should never, never do. Being mean to each other in son rape mother so many subtle, hidden ways. And being too nice for too long until one of sex with mother us explodes.