#139411 - I could only quiver at the knees, a slave to the lassitude that had begun to suffuse my groin, the feeling that ballooned ever outward, roiling through me, turning my strength into weakness, making me clench in spasms until my neck striated with tension, and I was gritting my teeth against the rising current that tore through me! “I’m coming!” I cried, and forced my tongue back inside her, dancing it across her spot, making her insides flex and flutter until her back dove into an arch, and her muffled squeals sounded from my depths. “You, my dearest mother, are a nasty, nasty bitch. She watched me the whole time, her eyes only closing to savor my flavor, then opening to reveal their sapphire depths, heavily-lidded with satisfied lust, staring with such adoration up at me.