He began slowly thrusting his shaft in my ass until I got used to the pain and said ‘Fuck me faster!’ He smiled and began increasing the pace of h...s thrusts until it felt like my ass was being hit with hundreds of bean ban guns all at once. After a few more thrusts he moaned and pulled his shaft out of my ass and shot his load on my lap, chest and the table beneath me. ‘Let’s go up to your room.’ I said as he finished shooting. ‘Okay, follow me.’ He said as he walked towards the stairs. I. All of my blustering and yelling was really me calling out for a TRULY dominant person to come butt heads with me until they could put me in my place. I was a SAM – a smart assed masochist.My mother glared in the rearview mirror when the name Sam was mentioned. Then she smirked. The fact that her name was Sam and she was probably a smart assed masochist was an ironic coincidence.Liz explained that her bratty behavior was an attempt to get attention. “I would talk back, get disrespectful, and. It was a station wagon that looked like it had seen better days. James met her several days before in the conference room at the school following the meeting with Nathan and the other men.Raymond's mother was about the same age as James. She carried a few extra pounds that gave her body a lumpy appearance. Her brown hair was unkempt, hinting that the day's travails with the children and overdue bills made her give up on keeping it in place. She was careful not to give away her thoughts, by. I started wanking slowly when I heard noises in my moms room. I dismiss them and carried on, after about 5 minutes these noises got louder and sounded like moans, so I snook out my room and luckily enough moms door was ajar. It was that moment I seen my moms perfectly toned ass trying to bust out her tight fitting French lingerie , her ass was oh full view and arched up, her head was between my aunts legs.I stood there for a minute thinking what I should do, and like every other horny male I.