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My Loving Son

... he said, well I have to go, I'll call you tonight, I think we need to talk Emma." His wife's mouth was closed over Marks glans as she listened. Emma let go reluctantly, and said. "Yes we do, and be ready for some news," she told him shortly. "News, what kind of news Emma?" he asked. "You and me Don, we are moving on," her voice was strong and sure. "I want a divorce, no arguments, we are done you and I. I have a life to lead and I intend to lead it without you now. Sorry to have to break it this way, but you need to know." She closed the phone, threw it down and went back to the waiting cock, the cock she wanted to see spout its contents high into the air for her. At the other end, her husband was staring silently at the phone with his mouth open wide. This wasn't unexpected, they had been going downhill, but obviously not at the rate of knots he had thought about. He rang her again, no answer, he rang several more times, each time she refused to answer. She couldn't have talked anyway not with a mouthful of lovely hot, hard and vibrant flesh held in it. Emma reached for the phone, found it and hurled it at the wall, the incessant chirping stopped, she got on with her loving task. Mark was flat on his back by now staring wildly at his mother, his prick being munched beautifully by her, he started to grunt, and move under her, he was about to cum, she replaced her mouth with her hand, straddled his left thigh and she wanked him. Her hand became a blur, she felt the ...

... expansion in his prick as his cum rocketed out and up it was like a jet wash. It flew up and over his shoulder to land on the cabin wall above his head, huge globs of it splashed all around. Emma gasped at the intense delivery, it spurted like an out of control oil well, her hand never stopped, it released more and more cum. She attempted to catch some in her mouth, she succeeded a little but a lot hit her in the eye and face too. She laughed as it hit her; it was a joyous happy laugh. It had amazed her, she couldn't remember her husband doing it like this, not even in his hey day. She let his burning prick loose, and went into the bathroom, there she washed her face, but not before wiping his cum up on her fingers and licking them clean. Mark on the bed, had grabbed his shirt and attempted to clean the wall down, but the stain was there now, and to him it was an obvious cum stain. He wondered what the cleaning crew would think, it didn't bother him one jot. Emma came back and got back on the bed. "You want to go for round two right now, or shall we go for breakfast darling?" she asked him. "I'm famished Mo...Emma, lets go and eat, but first what you just said to dad, did you mean any, or all of that?" "I meant every word Mark, as far as I'm concerned it's me and you now, unless you don't want it that way. I'll understand if you don't feel you need or want to?" her face clouded when she said it. She hadn't gone through this scenario yet. "Need or want to," he said loudly, "Emma ...