The torment was incredible. Her tits were swinging over my shin and the intoxicating scent of pussy and ass being raked over my face again and again�...�. “What the fuck are you doing?!?!?!” I suddenly said loudly. Pussy fell tight over my mouth and nose as I heard, “I told you to be quiet. She must have heard you groaning when I was whipping you! Anyway, how can a mother ever deny her sweet precious youngest of learning the joys of a man from her mother!!!?” I felt the pussy rise off of my. "It's not going very well between you two, right?" she asked."Right," I admitted."I think it's more her fault than yours," she said, and played with her hair."No, such things are not really anybody's fault I think," I said, "it's hard to make any relationship work." But I know she can be such a bitch sometimes," she said.I couldn't keep from laughing. Alexina didn't normally use those kinds of words, neither did she normally talk bad about people. But this statement came out like it was. Pregnancy and MotherhoodI was now thirty eight and beginning to feel broody. Was it my bodyclock telling me to get a move on before my fertile years were over.Would my reproductive ability be different, as my first period was whenI was thirty five. As it turned out I was average for a woman of myage. When the menopause came, all the other girls in our group hadstarted or were soon to start theirs. We were to bitch about hotflushes and night sweats, but that is another story which I won?t. He slapped her across the face one more time and easily pried open her legs. Then, grabbing her thighs, he moved his cock towards her sex hole and started to push into her.“Oh no. Please stop! Aarrgg.”Her pleas did nothing as his cock found its way into her hole, the hole that only her husband had ever entered before and she thought would be the only one. There was definitely a look of pain on her face and this pleased Jason. Perhaps they would feel the same pain that he felt when he lost his.