She looked up at me and gave me a faint smile. Then she carefully reached forward and slipped the fingers of her right hand around my expectant dick which immediately jerked at her first touch. "Remember last night when we talked about the way we talk when we're doing things like this? casting I grunted as she lifted my engorged member off my stomach and held it upright for us both to see and for her to begin whatever it was she was going to do. "Good. pov It's nothing to get embarrassed about oral even though it feels slightly awkward. You're my Son and I'm your Mother. And voyeur Mother's will do anything for their Son's to make sure they''re happy and safe. Understand?" "Yeah." Mom leaned forward, moving my prick this way and that as she examined it. "You have a really nice cock, Son," she told me, "Quite big and fat," She held me lightly in her grip and eased her hand up and down my length from the root to just under my tender purple cockhead. Oh shit. That felt so damned good, "Do you like that, sweetie?" she breathed as she added a twist to the end of each stroke that made me twiddle my toes in delight. "Uh huh." "Good." Oooo yikes. Where the hell did she learn to do that? I lay there with a great big cheezy grin on my flushed face as I watched Mom bring me to the boil before easing off when she saw me begin to lift my hips towards her. Wow, she was good. She glanced up at me. "I was married for nearly twenty years, silly," she said with a chuckle as I grimaced with ecstasy, "Your Father always did like me doing this sort of thing for him. Son's probably think their Mother's were Euro born a Nun." In the minutes that followed, I discovered that there are two types of masturbation; the first is wanking for wanking's sake. The kind where you just need to blow a gasket to ease the angst. The second is an art. Like a long, slow massage that satisfies the inner self both mentally and physically. To my utmost surprise, Mom showed me that she knew her way around a stiff prick and how to stretch out the joy that mutual satisfaction can bring. I swear she kept me on the edge for a good twenty minutes before time and real life became a thing and she began to deep stroke me to heaven and back. Up and down her right hand went and she knelt up and over my aching cock giving herself more leverage to really pound my sweating meat as the pre-cum poured out and ran down over her gripping fingers. My hips were permanently off the bed now. Hovering in some sort of sexual limbo as Mom reached under me with her left hand and jiggled my balls that ached for release. She lowered her twat to her sister's lips, effectively pinning her sister's head to the ground and muffling her screams. He then stuck a finger in his mouth and sucked it. I broke voyeur our kiss and screamed out, “Cum in our daughter, big bro!” Then next one came about five minutes later. "Keep going!" Some people have special uses oral Euro but they don’t like to do the gutting, so we gut them the same way we do our stuffed roasters, except that we don’t stuff them.” Carolina smiled and rolled her eyes, but didn’t argue with him as she dropped her head back down to the pillow. I realized that he was actually trying to deceive Pallus in order to benefit himself as he spoke of the oracle’s prediction. That really didn’t make sense to her—the wording of it—but she decided to save it for a later date. "The result sometimes is a limp dick, for lack of better words, when the nerves connecting my prick to my pov casting brain shut down due to high sugar levels," I answered. I snarl at her.