On our way home, mom was strangely silent despite my efforts to start a conversation. For about an hour the music was varying genres of up tempo music geared mostly for the young. Sex videos I reached over and drew her closer; placing her weeping head on my shoulder and one hand around her back, resting on her hip. So there we were mother and son pressed closely against each other, tighter than would have been the case had there been ample space around, just gently swaying to the music. I started to lick some of the tears from her cheek, and she raised a hand to wipe the other cheek. With my free hand I managed to loosen my belt and unbutton the waist. I felt her exhale hot breath onto it and then she was licking the head. My angry cock would every so often throb and lurch against the soft heat, no doubt getting a good whiff of the fine pussy pressed against it in waiting. But they were both stubborn and were equally guilty at times, of hurting the other. The lips lingered on mine, and then I felt her probing tongue.
