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Crab island 1

... me come," Molly said. John said nothing but Molly felt his tongue renew its loving assault on her. With a sigh, she abandoned herself to the pleasure, her fingers playing with John's hair as he gave loving attention to her. Molly felt the excitement building in her again and closed her eyes to concentrate on the sensations John was building in her. Whether he'd ever read anything about oral sex she didn't know, but skilled or not John was rapidly bringing her to climax. The sensations built in her and she needed only that last little push to tumble over the edge and as her breathing became even more ragged she felt his tongue flick over her clitoris and then the gentle clamp of his lips on that super-sensitive organ. With an incoherent cry, Molly announced the arrival of her orgasm. Molly's cry was not the only clue John had that he had brought his mother to climax. The sudden ripple of her belly, the clamp of her thighs on his head, the reflexive tightening of her fingers in his hair - these were all indications, indications his subconscious stored away for reference while he let his tongue flick lightly, rapidly over her clitoris, an action which renewed the ripple that had been dying away in her belly until eventually she pushed his head away. "No more, honey. I can't take it," Molly said weakly. John sat back on his heels and Molly gasped as she saw his renewed erection. Hot, hard, pulsing with a life of its own. Suddenly, she wanted it, despite the sensitivity and ...

... tenderness induced by her climax. "Fuck me, son," she said, her voice thick with her want. John grinned and moved over her, and she took his erection between her fingers and guided her son in his return to her body. She sighed, almost a gasp, as he entered her. "You okay, Mom," he asked, concerned. Molly smiled up at him. "I'm fine, son. You feel good." She squeezed down on him with her internal muscles, thrilling to the feel of her son within her. "Fuck me, baby." John began to move, revelling in the sensations as his prick slid easily, audibly, in his mother's sex juice. He felt as hard as he ever had and as he remembered that his s****r had also promised herself, his prick twitched. Molly giggled. "What caused that?" John bent and kissed her lightly. "Just remembering that Cara said I could fuck her, too." "Lucky boy, but let your Dad have her first, son." Molly squeezed down on John. "I'm always available if you have to wait." "Mmm, yes. Thanks, Mom," John said, laughing. He began to move a little faster, deeper, trying to use the full length of his prick to give his mother pleasure. He was obviously doing something right, because Molly's knees came up and her feet hooked together behind him, urging him into the very core of her. Her breathing had deepened and she was almost panting as he moved, thrusting into her, her nails digging intoo his shoulders as she clung to him. His thrusts lengthened and Molly found herself panting in time with her son's thrusts into her welcoming ...