But what does it matter? They were doing it now. His mother pulled away and moved back down. She kissed him, and then moved her head to the side, her lips next to his ear. She whispered in a sultry voice, ‘Fuck me now, Noah.’ Noah then put his arms around his mother and then wrestled her to her back. He was now on top. His mother spread her legs for him, knees bent, exposing her pussy, inviting her son to it. He was kneeling between his mother’s legs, his dick, covered with dried saliva, but the tip wet with pre-cum, pointed to the ceiling. He leaned forward, crotch on top of crotch. He put his weight on his left hand which was pressing down on the bed beside his mother’s waist, as he held his dick with his right hand, aiming, and acquiring target. Noah slowly lowered his waist, his dick pointing forward in direct line to the opening of his mother’s cunt. Then, smoothly and gracefully, his dick entered his mother’s pussy inch by inch, and in one smooth push, the whole of his dick. We got in the car and drove to Cinnamon’s apartment. We walked into her apartment and were confronted by her cat Char. It sounded like Char was upset that Cinnamon had not come home last night. It was still mid-afternoon, but Cinnamon went to the kitchen and fed her. “I’m taking a shower,” she said going to the bedroom.I heard the water come on, but not the shower. She came out the bedroom completely undressed.“Are you waiting for an engraved invitation?” she asked before turning around and going back into the bedroom.I went into the bedroom, undressed, and then walked into the bathroom. Cinnamon was standing in the bath tub. She looked so beautiful standing there. I stared.“Your staring!” she said.“Sorry!” I replied.“Don’t be sorry. It’s a compliment,” she said.I stepped into the tub and closed the curtain. Cinnamon turned the shower on then turned and hugged me. I hugged her tight, her ample breasts pressing into my chest. The hot water was running down her back. I rubbed my hands.
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