#320795 - But try as I might, there was no way I could resist coming into her then, her orgasm had transformed her depths into an irresistible magnet with infinite pull on her son’s seed, my hips trembled, my mind went blank, and my entire being emptied itself by spurts into her willing depths. It had been six months or so since our last session, and during various phone conversations, mom had dropped some subtle hints that she was ready for another incestuous union. That was it! My efforts, desires, and a 300 mile trip abruptly ended in that 45 second fuck! It was all the attention that I could coax out of her and I left early the next morning almost as frustrated as if I had been stiffed! At times, Mom’s feelings of guilt and her mind perceive our incestuous sex as repulsive and forbidden, but those same feelings occasionally emerge to produce the most profound lust, and bring her the ultimate sexual thrill in submitting to our encounters.