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Mommy's Bosom 2

... fingers in Mommy's pussy."

I felt her pussy clench my fingers as she had a small orgasm. I thrust my fingers faster, licking circles on her clit.

Mom ran her fingers through my hair while she humped my mouth harder. Her body shuddered, and her legs clamped around me. "Right There!" she cried. " Rub your fingers right there. Ahh fuck. Rub harder."

I could feel the warmth of her climax on my fingers. Mom grabbed my head with both hands, grinding her cunt into my mouth while I dug my finger against her G-spot.

Mom pushed my face away so she could grab my wrist, pulling my hand deeper. "There, baby. Do you feel it?" she asked as I pressed upward on her secret button. "Ugh, gaaa. Sshhit. I'm gonna cum again. Ah fuuuck," she said as her pissy quivered on my fingers.

I lay there, her legs locked around me while waves of aftershocks rippled through her body, exiting through her trembling pussy lips. She released me when her climax waned. " Thank you, baby. Now go to bed," Mom said, pointing to the door.

"No, Mom," I said. " I'm not going to be able to sleep with my cock this hard. Just look at it. It's so hard it hurts."

"You'll have to use your hand tonight, Mark," Mom told me. "I can't do anymore tonight, or I'll throw up on you."

Mom suddenly sprang upright, holding her hand over her mouth. She shoved me out of the way as she ran to the bathroom, bending at the waist, and puked her guts out.

I went to her side and held her hair in a ponytail while she ...

... vomited. The empty wine bottle beside the tub explained everything. Was she drinking because of Dad or because of her incestuous thoughts for me?

Mom slumped to the floor. "Thanks for the help," she said, wiping her mouth with the towel she'd dried off with. She rose to her knees, hurling again into the toilet. My tented shorts were at eye level with her. Mom shook her head, "Baby, I can't help you tonight. As much as I want you, I can't. Thank you for helping. Now please go to bed.

I stroked my throbbing cock as her words echoed in my head, "As much as I want you. I can't." The images of me eating her pussy filled my mind as I rubbed one out, shooting cum all over my stomach. I showered so I wouldn't wake up stuck to my sheets again.

I knew Mom would be in rough shape this morning, so I made a full breakfast and strong coffee for when she woke up. Mom surprised me, appearing just as I finished setting the table.

Mom silently sipped her coffee and poked the food around on her plate. She seemed deep in thought, contemplating what to say. When she finally broke the silence. She tried miserably to explain away what she was doing in the tub.

I stopped her mid-sentence, "Mom, you have to be honest with yourself and just fess up that you want to fuck me. It's OK. I want to fuck you too. It's all I think about," I told her. "Mom, no one will ever find out if we help each other. Last night proves to me that you want me, so why not let me fill Mommy's pussy."

"You'd ...