Anger was galloping through her but she could have fun now.“Well is this hard enough for you?” She slammed her ass down. “Or this? Or this?” S...AM! SLAM! SLAM! They repeated this for two hours. Chris begging for his life, Jennifer slamming her ass cutting his words, and breath short. Chris even tried to buck her off. But a 175 lbs 5,10 woman sitting on his face wasn’t going to budge. Finally Chris gave in. He was too exhausted to even try to curl his toes.Feeling the energy seeped from her. She's hot! She's a goddess! She's venus!Les positions her on the bed, gets between her legs and goes down on her. He laps her groove up and down and teases her clit with his tongue. Meanwhile, I go to town on her boobies. I fondle each breast in turn, cupping, shaping, caressing them with my hands. My lips nourish each nipple, I tug gently on each and savor the sweet sweat that forms on her skin. My tongue relishes the feel and texture of her breasts and nips. She is so hot! And getting hotter. “You’re hard!”“I am.”He moved until he was laying beside me. “Keep me hard, kiss me the way you used to kiss Russ.”I kissed him with maybe a little more than the usual intensity because he was helping me remember Russ. He was playing mind games with me. My husband was acting like a virtual Russ.“I hope you meet him in Denver,” he said, and his own kiss turned more intense. I whimpered because I was turning on, too.HIs kisses traveled from my lips to my throat -- I love having my throat. He popped her other brest out of the cup fondling it. He himself made his way under her petticoat as she started untieing it. She dragged it down exposing his head rubbing against my moms forbidden parts. It was a very arousing moment watching another guy, especiallya stranger relishing the opportunity of using my moms body, and my mom herself enjoying every bit of it expressing it with occasional moans and erotic giggles. She never appeared so sexy and accepting. She had started to become.