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A Gift From Mom

... herself to squeeze him. She told herself she wanted all of him. They stayed in place a couple of seconds, but then he drifted backwards. She waited as her son went about dismounting her. His hips drew back. His semi-hard penis slipped from her folds. His hands brushed at her ass. "Wow." He chuckled. "Wow." She agreed. He fell upon his back and she got on her side next to him. The combined wetness of her and sperm spent from him soaked her inside and dampened her inner thighs. She thought she felt dribbles fall down her legs. She patted his hair and grinned uncontrollably. She kissed his lips. First she pecked, then she kissed him hard, and then she sucked at his lips. Her entire body tingled. "That was the best fucking I have ever had. The best ever, Billy." He smiled proudly back at her and then moved to kiss her. It was a full passionate kiss. His tongue roamed her mouth. She let it move freely. They twisted together some, and then laid back together. She settled there against him a while. So many thoughts and emotions swept her. His solid build nestled her, and she thought he was starting to snooze. She quietly slipped from the bed to go to the bathroom. She walked gingerly over to the side. Self conscious that he may be watching, she went slow. She tried to look as normal as she could. The truth though was that she had a vague soreness between her legs. She was probably walking differently as a result. She went inside the spacious bathroom and pulled the door behind her. ...

... She flipped the light and wasted no time getting relief. She worried he could hear her with the door ajar, but felt a giddy intimacy at the prospect of that. She was back up and at the bathroom mirror swiftly. She studied herself in the mirror. Her hair was wild and her cheeks were flushed. She clearly had a 'just fucked' look about her. She chuckled to herself and decided to brush her teeth before turning in. As soon as she was brushing away, Billy slipped into the bathroom. They exchanged smirks as he walked behind her to the toilet. She stepped closer to the mirror. The one step closer kept the reflection in the mirror limited to her upper body and face. The dazzled expression, wild hair and bare chest she showed made her again self-conscious. She shot her glance over to him. He stood grinning with her as she looked over. She heard a torrent of water splashing and her gaze went down. There a thick stream of urine poured from his dangling dick right over the toilet. She couldn't help but stare. She couldn't remember ever having watched a man urinate before. Her mouth fell open. His dick dangled there between his legs, still thick and several inches long even relaxed. How had that thing been inside her? There was something very raw and primal between them as he watched her stare at him pissing. She glanced at his face but then back at his dick as he continued. The stream was never ending, it seemed. As she stared, he shifted. Rather than stand more parallel to her, he moved ...