Her grip forgotten on my cock but still around the meat, had the effect of pulling my trigger as her climax’s song sent my libido into the sky. “Daddy’s asleep.” We could hear him snoring. But in the evenings the tension grew in my groin. I was unsure if she was dreaming, or reacting to my impetuous petting, or simply a whinny while she slept. She grinned widely when she saw me. We looked at each other, and it was like we read each other’s minds. Then mom grasped my hand nearest her, and lifted the sheet momentarily, putting my palm on her pussy. Then I though I might kiss her pussy too. I got some tissues, from the box I always have beside my bed, and wiped the spunk off mom. But I was going to let my son be the ‘straw-man’ for the early activities. It took him in early, kept him late and left him exhausted.
