CHAPTER EIGHT
There was a gagging fragrance around her son's lips when he came up from Mary's crotch to kiss her. She licked around his lips before she thrust her muscular tongue in against his. He had blasted a heavy load of his pearly-white semen into her, and it had been gently oozing out of the tightness of her nerve-raw cunt. As he had rubbed his lips deep into her, sucking on her quivering f**k hole, he had siphoned off much of his own rich seed.
As they kissed, the mother put her warm hand down between the boy's sweated buttocks, gently fondling his balls, and his strong body wriggled on hers in pure pleasure.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" he moaned wordlessly, his mouth submitting to the probing of his mother's tongue. He was learning that real fulfillment meant the use of all his senses in the
