some fun with Jennifer

"So Jennifer, why do you think she deserved to come?", I asked Jennifer once we were alone.

"Well ... she's my mother ..." she explained herself.

"And you think it's okay that she treated me so badly all these years?", I replied, offended.

"Um ... no well ... I mean ... damn, you're right. She never valued you and I'm still indulging her too ..." she replied, looking down at the floor in shame. I looked at her urgently until she returned the look.

"So that's how grateful you are to me," I replied sarcastically.

"No, I'm sorry ... I wasn't thinking," she said, full of guilt.

"You really haven't. I'm not going to make you cum for that now!" retorted I and stood up. I ripped open her blouse and had her jiggling tits in front of me. I pushed her up to the wall and pressed her gently against it. She cried out in fear, but didn't resist any further. When we reached the wall, I put my mouth on her nipple and started to play around it with my tongue, while my other hand pushed through her skirt waistband and put it on her cunt, which was already wet. Jennifer moaned and put her head against the wall. I let my tongues pointed drum against her nipple again and again and then completely round her with my tongue several times. Since she didn't resist, I put my other hand on her breast and played around there with my fingers on her nipple. Her moans immediately became deeper and louder.

"Dustin ... please ... this ... is ... Aaah," she moaned and cried out as I pinched her nipple with my hand. I continued to suck on her nipple and felt her body tense again and again and heard her moans become more pleading.

"Please ... Dustin ... this ... is ... too much," she moaned.

I lifted my head and looked into her eyes.

"Punishment has to be, right?", I asked her as my hands continued.

"Yes ... But ... please ..." she pleaded. I took my hands off her and looked at her.

"You just want to do your favorite thing!", I said, Jennifer smiled at me and nodded.

"Come on, let's go to the bedroom!", I said and started walking. She followed me, clacking on her shoes.