I pressed his hard cock upward with my ass and nestled it between my cheeks. Indian sex I had fed him for two years with these breasts, and now they back against his lips years later for a different reason. My pussy ached for the first time in a long time. Even his tent pole was just where it should be. The sensuous, incestuous nature of what I was doing – fucking my unconscious and medicinally enhanced son – crashed over me all at once. I moved my face closer to his, looking at my smeared secretions and listening to him breath. If I had the energy and erotic need I could help both of us cum a second time. Then I arched my back once more and brought by C-cup breasts forward, rubbing them against his face, pushing my hard nipples against his mouth, cheeks, and closed eyes.
