My mouth opened, my eyes shut, not wanting to think about what was happening even as the twisting grapevine inside fucked me past any ability to resis....I shook, cumming again, then again as the creature kept at its steady rhythm. Against the tree, another snake-like vine pushed up and into my ass. Again I screamed, careless as to who might hear. It should have hurt. There was a sense that I was being split in halves, but each hole only tingled with the same steady beat of arousal. I wanted. "Do you have any idea how many guys have supposedly loved me? And what they loved was my money. It was like they prostituted themselves to me. I think if they were after me for my looks and my body that would have been easier to take. That's at least me. That's part of the real me. But all they wanted was the money. They heard pre-nuptial and they were out the door like they were on fire." Her voice soft.This was the hurt that Jake worried about. The hurt that she buried out of sight even from. She made her it.She pushed her hand into my soccer shorts, and began stroking my dick. "Did you like the way my son's asshole felt, wrapped around this thick cock?" Mrs. Thompson said while squezzing my raging hardon as she hissed, "cock" I was speechless. Two of the people I have wanted to fuck most in my life had either had my cock allready, or were now stroking my cock. "Answer me boy, did you like fucking my son up his tight little ass?" She said more forcefully, though still jerking me. Had since she'd figured out that men could put things inside her -- something she'd discovered at a shockingly young age. Interestingly, she always thought she got the better end of a transaction like that. She loved sex and since she got that and whatever she'd been trying to wheedle from the person (male and later, female) it was a win-win for her.She was also very, very kinky. While she was happy to switch and play the bottom for the right man or woman (Costa being the right man at the.