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She was trembling as she did so, but she went so far as to grind her butt against my cock once it was properly seated.She was still holding my hands against her boobs mightily, but she managed to twist her head around and bury her mouth over mine.When her tongue darted between my lips and deep into my mouth, I was powerless to stop the surging orgasm that racked my body.I banged my body against hers, and in all the hysteria I am sure I detected Mom experiencing a sexual gala of her own.It certainly couldn't have been that my mom wasn't woman enough.She was certainly not a centerfold candidate, but no man in his right mind would kick her out of bed.She goes her way and I go mine and we are as compatible as a mother and son can be under the circumstances. Mom had a dinner meeting with some business associates, and I, being the typical young man constantly feeling his need to spread some wild oats, had spent the evening unsuccessfully doing so. I noticed some lights on upstairs so I naturally assumed that Mom had also ended her evening.
She sat up in the tub causing her body to rise under her cover of bubbles.
There were ample bubbles resting on the top of her boobs to give the impression that she was decently shielded from prying eyes, but that certainly did not include this horny young man who had just sat down on the toilet lid beside the bath tub.
I could easily make out the darker red of her nipples glowing through the bubbles like two beacons on a fog laden shoreline.
The light in her bedroom was on and the door was partly opened. " "Hi there," she replied cheerfully and I could tell instantly that part of that cheer had been liquid that evening.
It would be down right rude of me to go to bed without telling my mother goodnight so I eased up to the open door. "Come on in here and talked to your poor old neglected mother, baby.
She was trying to give the impression that she was pouting and begging for sympathy. Her eyes searched the expression on my face hoping not to find hurt or disappointment there. According to Webster son is defined as a male offspring. This caused my arm, the one draped over her shoulder, to naturally move down her body to rest at her right breast.