I pause for a second. Then I slid off the bed, replace her quilt, and return to my room. I’ve finally done it! I gaze at her breasts, struggling to control my breathing and keep as quiet as possible, though there’s probably no need. I want to cum in her, but wouldn’t she feel all sticky when she awoke? Am I dead meat now, or what? As much as I would love to lick and suck it, I daren’t risk overstimulating her and waking her up. I want to kiss her lips. There’s nothing. I’ve cum in her! It looks awesome. I gently penetrate her again, this time slowly sliding my finger in and out of her a few times. On the third night she’s laid flat on her back again, but like a starfish, legs splayed as if she’s expecting me. My mother is cumming on my cock! It didn’t take me long to kiss her on the lips, and then begin massaging her breasts. I even undress and go in naked, already hard, already stroking myself. “Two fingers this time, baby. She looks so peaceful and lovely. The next thing I know it’s morning.
