Liz let him take over when he wished to, and moved her own hands between her legs, stroking her wet pussy lips, and stroking her clit. She breathed in short bursts at his rough treatment of her tits, but she loved it, as she always did. When he finally pushed himself into her mouth, she moved her hands back up to his legs, and focused on swallowing as he came.<br/><br/>She felt the jets of cum hitting her throat, the taste hitting her tongue and making her gag slightly. She still had that reflex, but it had been trained to a minimum through all the years  of their marriage.<br/><br/>When he let go, she was free to pull back, using her mouth to suck back the remainder of his cum, and then, as she pulled back, lick her lips. She was very good at that, and she kissed the head of his cock to suck the last drop away, and swallow it, before she stood up, and closed her bathrobe once more.<br/><br/>She reached over to her glass of orange juice, and drank the last of it, before giving him a kiss on the cheek and sitting back down at her place  around the table.  Her tits were a bit sore from their treatment, but she took a napkin and wiped them off, before crossing her legs and relaxing in her seat.<br/><br/>"You should remember that you don't want to make a mess more often," she said, "as should other people in this house...the rate those twins go through sheets..."<br/><br/>It was a strange mix of motherly scorn for messing up her house, and a bit of amusement at the fact that she knew her twin children to be having sex with one another that prompted her comment.