She also had nice big tits that no matter how hard she tried, showed their round forms through her garment. The whore's default expression was a sligh...ly open, lipstick mouth and wide eyes; as if expecting someone to pull her into an aggressive make out session. How can that stickboy not get it up?! She always dolled herself up in makeup despite the fact she almost never left the apartment. The bitch is obviously asking for it; I noticed she made eyes at me as I went for a piss, making an. Jake's absence was the only flaw, in what promised to be a beautiful day. The day held the prospect of some sadness, with a memorial service scheduled for the afternoon, and attendance at the mortuary in the evening. His eulogy for his father was ready, and his clothes laid out. As his reflections moved past the afternoon, and evening, the smile broadened. He re-called returning home with the rest of the family, saying goodnight to the girls and his mother and going to his room. He was restless. Now she grabs my massive black dildo, "I want you to use this on me like you want me to use it on you." She spreads herself open and I slide the huge cock into her waiting hole. I start working her harder and faster "Yeah, is that how you want me to fuck you!?" I keep fucking her, she screams out in ecstasy as she cums on the huge rubber dick. I pull out the toy and start fingering her again, all four fingers, I begin working my thumb into her. "It wont fit!" she cries as I continue working. "He called me a slut and a whore and a harlot, and then he hit me," she wept.Up to this moment John had been mostly amused and in a perverse way even grateful for his father's sexual repression. But now he was angry that his mother and lover had been treated so horribly. Now he was determined to make his father pay for his abuse. John was going to humiliate and destroy his father.And he was going to enjoy doing it. Step one was knocking up his mother."He's an asshole, Mom. Forget it. You know.