The sound of heavy breathing was all that could be heard. But before I had quite passed that promontory of priapic petrification of paroxysm’s perfection, (you know – when you freeze up because the cum is so powerful all your muscles stiffen like you have living rigor mortis) right then mom literally screamed when she beat me to the punch by blowing her voluble siren, her vocal shriek of vented satiation. Japanese sex Mom’s began with rapid breathing that I could clearly hear, vocalizations of her gasps for breath. Yeah! She said, with double meaning, “It’s going to get wet tomorrow afternoon, I imagine that you’ll be home in the afternoon.” Then she tied her robe and bounced upstairs with a giggle, like a school girl with a secret. She had a cold beer for me as I took off my boots. Then the trio of cums cascaded, first mom, then dad, then me.
