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He opened her blouse and then reached under to split loose the catch of her bra. Her naked tits were perfect cones, not the big mammaries of May, but exquisitely shaped with a surprising sensual fullness. The pink nipples looked childlike, innocent, very sexy. And they were hard, very hard.

"Oh. my God," she burst out as he resumed masturbating her. Twist as she could, she couldn't escape those thrilling hands, one palm cupping her nude tits alternately, while a finger of the other hand sneaked under her satin panties to invade her cunt and ride her clit.

"You're one stacked doll," he murmured in surprised pleasure. "I never realized."

"Oh, Don, you must stop. Stop now and I'll never mention it. Never tell a soul," she breathed.

"Sure, Mom. Just come for me. One tiny, honest orgasm so I know you're a human being. After all, none of us may be alive in the morning."

She whimpered. But it was far too late to reestablish her dignity her motherly distance from him. Yet she tried.

"Don-if you per-ohh-persist in this you'll hate me. You'll hate-ahhhh-yourself." Her blue eyes bugged out as she strained up to the maddening rush of sex feeling. Her whole belly was on luscious fire.

"Let's risk it."

It was too late. Sex sweat appeared and she got a hot blush almost to her breasts. Her sensitive nipples sent hot fires of pleasure down to her belly where the hotter fires from her cunt flowed upwards. She was locked into sex, her animal being, so long dormant, aroused. Her eyes glazed; her well-shaped lips parted in her trance.

"Ah, eee, uuuu, it feels-feeeeeeels ahhhhhhhhhh," she panted.

It was no longer possible to resist at all. She lifted her ass from the bed and humped the forcing finger with quivering fuck strokes, pleasing her enthralled sex network of nerves, making huffing sounds, straining and thrilling.

"Ahhhhhh. Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhhhhhh."

Don had a terrific hard-on. He'd done his flip-flop from dutiful proper son to the faked degeneracy only to stop her wounding words. But now he'd discovered how truly sexual his mother was. That long, elegant body had been well taken care of, more like thirty than forty. Her daintiness, her softness, her beauty set his desires on fire and now as he saw her animal need appear he was thrilled to his essence. What a fuck she would be if she weren't his mother.

He bent over and sucked on her nipples.

"Ahhhhh. GOD!"

She writhed under him in moist, taken happiness, legs apart, pelvis driving.

Alice felt as if she fell off a cliff and then soared like a bird. With those deeply sexual flashes from her breasts and her clit singing, she locked her body, brought her legs together and let the blinding lights of sex joy burst behind her closed eyes.

"Ohhhhhhhh."

She gave him a long, delicious freeze and then her cunt throbbed powerfully against his finger, two of which distended her swollen vagina. She spent herself in gasping glory, and as Don possessively sucked her tender nipple, he felt her whole body express its joy in release. The soft muscle of her thighs trembled in ecstasy against his lower arm as her cunt went through its quakes of surrender and completion. He exulted with her. God, what a woman. Who'd have thought there was so much sexiness under her prudish exterior. He almost came himself.

Then she fell back panting, eyes half-opened and dazed, her face, her whole body moist and lovely pink. He'd never seen such a beautiful sight. She seemed unable to speak.

Don got up and went to the windows. The flood had reached peak. The water was almost over the retaining wall now. Without those cars, they'd have long ago been washed away. The swift, murderous current was coming for them. Rain still thundered on the roof and the menacing sound of the water rose to a steady, boisterous clamor.

Yet he felt calm, and curiously, unafraid. The sex acts had lifted him outside of himself, made him feel potent, almost immortal. His cock jutted up in a happy, iron hard-on, and the whispered thought that would've shocked him yesterday roared in his mind now.

He went back to the bed, slid out of the rest of his clothes and mounted his mother. He felt only need and burning desire. Naked for the most part, arms tied back, open and luscious, she looked like the greatest whore of all time. He skinned down her sopping satin panties and looked at her cunt. Perky blonde pubic hairs, a small, swollen cunt and sweet juices smeared on her thighs and belly.

There was no doubt that she was still sexed up, higher than before. She moved languorously, undulating her hips. Her beautiful eyes still looked dazed; her orgasm, so rare in her life, had deprived her of her censor, in its sweeping power. She said nothing.

He parted her legs without resistance. He got a hand under her creamy buttocks and canted her loins up. Slowly, savoring each moment, he pressed his cock to her cunt and notched in. His cock head reveled in the extreme heat of her vagina. Her exciting woman's smell rose to his nostrils. He tensed his buttcoks and fucked into her with a slow steady drive that thrilled every inch of his prick.

She murmured to saver her body. He melted down, feeling her warm, moist belly fit nude and tight to his. She had a long torso; he had only to bend his head a little to see that perfect, girlish nipple, smooth as pink velvet, hard as his prick, float up to his mouth. He dabbed it with the tip of his tongue, then licked it, and then engulfed her small, ripe breast in his mouth. Thrilling, heart pounding, he drew back his ass and began to fuck into her with rich, slow strokes.

Alice knew that her son was going to fuck her and her nerves tingled with fire. Her first orgasm had left her feeling very hot and weirdly sexual. She'd never been aroused like this in her life. She felt a twinge of regret, and guessed that this was her punishment for having made such a fuss about abstinence from sex with him for so long.

God, it felt good! It was nothing at all like the other sex she'd had all her life. This was no stranger forcing an alien prick into her body. This was her own loved and loving flesh and blood, hot, sexy, needful.

She fucked back against her son's prick in that same dreamy, savoring mood that he felt. As if this had been due to them, coming to them for a long, long time and the moment was now. Was that why she dressed so well at home, wore satin panties that he sometimes caught a glimpse of?

No matter. Her cunt, her belly, her breasts, her whole body was his to enjoy as he would. She was glad her arms were tied back. She was completely open and available to him for this magnificent fuck. There were no words to describe the delicious, ineffable feeling that rose in her as his prick shoved in and out of her cunt. She was incredibly hot, incredibly alive, concentrated, her every atom glowing in pleasure and yet there was an aching tension crying out for still more pleasure.

Her breasts in his mouth were acutely sensitive, heavenly rushes of joy spreading down from them and through her. She could actually hear his iron cock meat slogging into her soft, creamy passage and the sound filled her with fabulous desire.

"More-faster," she gasped.

"Fuck, fuck, fu-eking you," he panted. "Oh, Alice. Oh, Mom."

They hung at a unique moment in eternity, beautiful bodies rocking together in a wonderheaven of sexual bliss. As if she'd waited all her life to offer her essences, her entire being on the altar of his masculinity. Locking and unlocking. Thrilling and thrilling.

"Oh, Jesus, so great," he murmured.-He kissed her. Soft lips parted for firm, questing lips. Breasts still thrilled by his hard chest. Tongues meshed, and sweet saliva flowed between them in a hot, French kiss.

She felt her whole body open outwards and floated off into a burst of glorious stars and cascades of fire. It took her a moment to realize her cunt had gone into continuous orgasm.

"Oh, Don, fuuuuucked," she grunted and throbbed against his cock.