I miss mom

After a beautiful night where, as always, we gave ourselves to each other intensely, Mom lay down on her side. I rested for just a few minutes, then hugged her back and kissed her neck and bare shoulders, breathing heavily on them. "Calm down, bull," she said, smiling. "We have commitments tomorrow." "Wait, you've already filled my ass with semen." She took my penis in her hands and cleaned it with a disposable towel. It reacted, and the erection was instantaneous. "Control your friend," she said, laughing, and got up to go to the bathroom. When she came back, I looked at her and admired all her beauty once again. "Hey, do you remember when you got pregnant with me?" Of course. Next Christmas will mark 27 years. Wow. Tell me, Mom, how was it? "Well, it was December 24th, and your Dad and I went out with the church choir to sing Christmas carols." At the houses, they gave us fruit punch, and your dad, being the son of Mexicans, carried a bottle of tequila and poured a shot into my punch and his own. When we got home, my dad was already there waiting for us and told me he was going up to the guest room to put on his Santa costume. "No, Dad, Carlos's parents came from Mexico and took the room. Come on, I'll take you to the garage." When he undressed, I saw his enormous cock, big, shiny, and vigorous, and that combined with the tequila, made me want to take his cock, suck it, and then beg him to fuck me. In the backseat of your dad's car, he made me see stars and listen to mariachi music.