Mom and I ... well, for three years now, I've been Mom's lover."He leaned back as I tried to process what he had said. Mom's lover. That meant only on... thing."You and Mom... ?" Yes. I love my mom and it started out my idea, she didn't want to in the beginning. But, well, I love her, knew she was lonely and, well, you've seen her, she's no old lady, she's really nice. Oh, let me tell you, she's nice." Yeah, Mom's pretty, I can see that, it's ... well, geez, a little out of the ordinary." Well,. Now all was pleasure and he was picking up the pace and getting her very excited with longer strokes that hit with jolts and went in as deep as he could reach. She felt herself perched on the pinnacle of the largest orgasm of her short life and clung to him like a baby opossum clings to its mother at breast feeding time. “Aaaaiiiiieeee!” she screamed again, as she felt like the top of her head was blowing off. This time, her scream was one of pleasure. Big Bear rammed his big cock hard into. The fact that I could not see Joe's face made it more exciting to me. My imagination ran wild! I pictured Dave fucking me, then letting his dad Bill have a turn, then Joe, then another man I didn't know."Oh, Joe! Oh, yes, yes!" I cried out as I came again. "Don't stop!" Oh, yeah, you love it, don't you, baby!" he exclaimed. He slapped my ass and began thrusting faster and faster."Ohh, ohh! I yelled, as I came again."Ohh, God!" he cried, as he finally reached an explosive orgasm. Another thrust,. The dachshund yielded the spot and then curled himself up against Claire after having moved only the requisite twelve inches to make space for her.Claire took a remote from the coffee table and turned on the stereo system, which was set to some classical music channel. Then she sat back against the sofa cushions with a sigh."Red wine and Vivaldi's Four Seasons," she said. "That's usually what I do for fun in the evenings. Am I boring or what?" Not at all, Claire. I spend my evenings sort of the.