Bridgeport Sound Tigers

Vivian fell in exhaustion across her son's body. "Jesus Christ, Mom," the boy panted softly into her ear. "I've never felt anything like that before." "Me, too, tiger," she purred, cuddling warmly against the boy's sweaty skin. "I think you've just about killed your old mom." "Never old," he said, reaching down to kiss lovingly at her cheek. "Not to me." Vivian rolled over, allowing Andy's still oozing prick to slide out of her cunt with a wet splashing sound. She knew that they had totally drenched the bedspread, and that fact faded away with all the others that could have no degree of importance in her new world. This new world was one of changed realities and different realizations. All the woman wanted right at that instant was to curl up against her son's hard body and drift off into the world of sleep with the odors and warmth of their lovemaking to bring her sweet dreams. CHAPTER NINE Vivian lay there quietly, eventually becoming aware of Andy's deep slow breaths. She curled up closer against his sleeping body and waited for her exhaustion to have the same effect on her ...»