Her words, perhaps not what expected.  Are through received and accepted.    Caroline gyrated her hips grinding down upon her son's cock.  As she rode it hard with a wild abandon.    He would draw her into a kiss,   his tongue invasive,  assaulting hers in sensual dance as their mouths locked.<br/><br/>His tongue forceful commanding,   clearly marking him as the dominant in this relationship.    Every part of her wanted to please him.   She is bound to such, so written in the elder laws.<br/><br/>Slowly reluctantly he breaks from the kiss.    Uttering a command to her; mother slowdown.      He announces he is close to filling her with his seed, his semen.   In response the voluptuous Caroline slows her gyration of her hips.  To a slow erotic grind.  As she milks her masters cock for the pleasure of his cum filling her.