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down, my mood was
getting down, as well. I was not ashamed. It was more like a
feeling of remorse. I felt guilty when I thought of my father. On
the other hand, mom totally forgot about my father’s death.
Satisfied, she turned towards me, ready to cuddle and to continue
playing the game.
    She noticed that I boycotted her, so she
started up a conversation. Her hair was messy and she looked shook
up from the intense experience. Her boobs were out of the
nightgown, her underwear was lifted up, she was all sweaty and she
panted.
    - “What’s wrong now? You’re indecisive again?
Well, son, you’ll have to be more determined. There’s no remorse
after fucking. I just want to tell you that you were
fantastic.”
    I did not say a word. I stared at the
ceiling. She noticed that I felt something I was not able to
describe. The feeling did not go away. She continued: “There’s no
need to regret anything. You’re just like your father. He would
have been proud of you, too, if he had been able to see us. He
would have rather had his son fucking his wife than someone else.
I’m right, aren’t I? You’re aware that I’m 44 and that I need a
dick as much as you need what I gave you. Isn’t it better to have
this thing between us than to drag some guys in here... Oh, God, I
can’t even imagine that. In this way I stayed faithful to your
father. Trust me.”
    We were silent for a while. I felt I was
getting back to a normal state. I wanted us to make love again,
which reflected on my dick.
    - “Really? He would’ve been proud if he had
been able to see us?” I asked.
    - “Sure!” She shortly replied.
    - “Well, then...” Without finishing the
sentence, I threw myself on her, more precisely on her round
chocolate-like nipples.
    = “Ahhh, yeees! See, you’re just like your
father! Ahhh! He liked doing that to me, too. Yeees!” She moaned
turning me on. She held her breasts in her hands offering them to
me.
    - “What else he liked doing?” I accepted this
pervert game.
    - “He licked me... everywhere... down there.
Yeees!”
    Without hesitation, I went down there and
started licking her. She spread her legs and bent her knees moving
her underwear aside to make herself more hospitable.
    Right away I started slapping the reddish
neatly-cropped pussy with my tongue. I tried to dry it up with my
tongue, collecting the liquids that originated from both of us.
Then, she stopped me for a moment. We had troubles with her undies
that kept coming back to the pussy, so she was not able to release
the hand with which she intended to touch the clitoris.
    - “Wait a second. I have to take the thong
off. The thong performed its function.” She said revealing that she
had been luring me with it from the very beginning.
    She got up to take off her nightgown, too.
She accidentally placed her irresistible butt in front of me.
Spell-bound, I threw myself on her, pushing her forward, so that
she ended up on her elbows and knees with her butt facing me. I
grabbed her buttocks firmly, separating them. I had never seen an
anus before. I had only read about it.
    It was very neat, too, with many equally
cropped short hairs. I started wetting it with my tongue,
unconsciously preparing it for an act that would follow.
    Judging by her reactions, the sensation of
having somebody’s tongue on her anus was not unfamiliar to her. She
was not ashamed at all, although it was her own son’s tongue. She
started moaning harder. She told me some things, repeating the
belly dance she performed at the beginning of the night.
    - “Ahhh, you really are like your father...
Yeees... This was his favorite spot, too.” She said with tears in
her eyes. The tears were not an expression of sorrow for her
husband, but pleasure with her son.
    Then she suggested that we get into a
different position, showing her 15-day-hunger for a dick.
    - “Come on, give it to your mama’s mouth. Let
mama give you a blowjob. Ahhh!” She tried to divert me from licking
her