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In my case, my parents split up because they couldn't get along with each other.
Child custody was not an issue; I'm 20 years old and a senior at the local university.
When her tongue darted between my lips and deep into my mouth, I was powerless to stop the surging orgasm that racked my body.
I banged my body against hers, and in all the hysteria I am sure I detected Mom experiencing a sexual gala of her own.
I could easily make out the darker red of her nipples glowing through the bubbles like two beacons on a fog laden shoreline.
"Oh wow," she gasped, "it's full grown, son." "You like? The excitement was too much to be discreet any longer. Her free hand was covering my hand and keeping it in place. I stepped into the tub behind her and straddled her butt as I sat down. "I think I just had a baby orgasm." "Not to worry," I mumbled against her neck. " "Thousands," she whispered as she pressed her back against my cock.
I saw no reason to hesitate so I buried my mouth in the area where her neck and her shoulder met, and gently cupped a tit in each hand. "Pull your lower legs beneath you and raise your butt a little," I said softly. I slid my pulsating shaft along the crack of her ass until I reached the gateway to glory. Either because of shock or plain old burning desire she buried my cock in her pussy as far as it would go.
The light in her bedroom was on and the door was partly opened. " "Hi there," she replied cheerfully and I could tell instantly that part of that cheer had been liquid that evening.
It would be down right rude of me to go to bed without telling my mother goodnight so I eased up to the open door. "Come on in here and talked to your poor old neglected mother, baby.