Mom reached back and covered my hand with hers. “Oh shit,” She groaned, “don’t fucking stop!”
I felt her hands clawing at my shoulder. Blowjob porn “Shhhhh,” she whispered, “this is our secret!”
***
The night was turning to a grey dawn as my mother left my tent and took the short walk to where my father lay sleeping in their tent. She was up to the challenge, redoubling her efforts, pounding and bruising my pelvic bone as she drove herself to orgasm. It was a crazy, terrible risk. Anne and I exchanged pleasantries as we sat in her living room. I reached up, grabbed both of her huge melons and squeezed. It was punctuated by interrupted sentences, slurred incomprehensible jokes followed by loud guffaws.















