You feel a sense of deep contentment, of *rightness* at her presence with you. You can see that she is more relaxed, less stressed-out, than you have seen her in years. A wave of genuine affection suffuses you, as you realize how much her own womanly needs must have been pressing her for a long time now.
The thought that you have been the one to bring this sexiest of women to this state is incredibly erotic. You find yourself harder than ever! You reach over, and begin to caress her engorged clitoris. She starts to struggle, muttering "This isn't right, son, it just isn't..." With a gasp, she shudders as you stroke her tender flesh. You press your mouth to her lips, and take firm control of her mouth, filling her with your tongue as you fill her vagina with your probing fingers. She tries to struggle, but suddenly you feel her surrender to your pressure, your domination.
Her juicy labia welcome your fingers, one by one; with the entrance of the third finger, she groans slightly, then yields to your gentle but insistent pressure. The fourth finger slowly follows. She groans deeply, an incredibly erotic mixture of pain and pleasure that leaves you stiffer than you have ever been in your life. You realize that you are on the verge of shoving your entire hand into the welcoming wetness of this submissive raven-haired slut whom you once called "Mommy."
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