She rolled to the bed and laid on her back. I mounted her and started to hard fuck her with the kind of violence I had not experienced before. Maybe ...om was surprised too by this unusual violence on my part but without doubt she was up to it. "Yes sony boy. Si.....Si.....Si......Fuck mommy hard, harder, harder. Mommy likes it. Si......Si.........". Mom, as usual clenched her teeth and sucked in air through her teeth, making that typical hissing.I pressed my chest to her breasts. I then. " I said, fingering the lace of her gown, and glancing down at my lap, where my flaccid dick lay across my thigh."They won't be home until half-six this evening. We've got all day to our-selves, and the whole building, if we want it." she said, as we continued demolishing the breakfast. It was a slow meal, with many pauses for caresses, and kisses, and when we were done eating the toast, we continued on, to eat each other. Her gown and robe ended on the floor again, and we finished, head to. Embarrassment shot in my head. Said sorry for the interruption. But she told me to sit down beside her. Pulled me close to her. Our bodies touching each other. She told me a story. Told me, that the women at the barber shop were talking about how it was being fucked by a stud living in the area. How he fucked their cunts as soon as their husbands and c***dren left the house. But when she asked who he was, no one said anything. No one answered the simple question: Who is the pimp? The fucker?. The Parisian equivalent of a student flat. But much cleaner then any Student flat I had been in. It had a good view of the Latin Quarter and while Eva went to the bathroom I took off my jacket and peered out the window for several minutes watching the anonymous people below saunter through the streets. I hadn’t noticed that Eva had returned and my gaze was drawn away from the window only when I felt her hand on my shoulder. She wrapped her arms gently around my neck and we kissed passionately..