I started to lap moving from her labia to clitoris. “Truth or dare mom?” I asked into her mouth as I continued to kiss her… Indian sex “Dare.”
“Kiss me again, like you did the first time…” mom whispered out almost as a question??? “TRUTH OR DARE????”
“DARE.” I moan back almost as loudly… I returned the smile nodding at the same time. “It started in high school and it never ended. `”Shit son,” Mom said as her cheeks turned a deep shade of bright red, her mouth was wide open, her eyes big and round. This made her even hotter, she took my head and tried to force my tongue between her legs but I just kept to my pattern. I am not real proud of it, but I am not ashamed of it either. My mom had an excellent poker face. But we broke it off about six months before your dad left us.” She looked at me with a look that said ‘please don’t hate me son.’
I smiled. “IMPREGNATE ME!!” Mom screamed out at the same time; I was just about to pull my dick out of her pussy to shoot my load all over her belly and chest.
