Then, SHE STOPPED! She said that she was my mother and that I was her son. I said, "Yeah, no shit...that's what makes it so hot!" No matter how hard I...tried, my Mom would not give in :-( At least, not for a few more years!A few nights later, it was the big night...Halloween. I had put on all of my makeup...put on my outfit and wig. My Mom was helping me practice walking in heels :-) At 7 o'clock, my Mom drove me to my best friend John's house and we went out trick or treating. As soon as we. She kept moaning my name. I slowly touched those massive boobs and pinched my nipple softly over her blouse.She moaned loudly and she bit my lips. I slowly tried to remove the hooks which she resisted and asked me, “Is this wrong?” For which I replied, “I badly want you too, Sweety.” Hearing this she went crazy and smooched me more wildly and began moving her hip over my dick which is inside my jeans.I was heaven when she was doing this and I quickly removed her blouse and since it was a fancy. "Here, let me help," Sandy said as he slipped the remote back into his pocket. He put his arms around her small waist, reaching down to grab the weed, their fingers intertwining. He started to pull, his arms coming up to press against her breasts, squashing them against her body. At the same time his hard cock pressed against her ass. Mrs. French pushed back, grinding her cheeks against his penis.The weed came free without warning, throwing the two backwards. Mrs. French landed on top of Sandy,. His ten inches had damaged her he knew. Melissa was hysterical and Molly was screaming because of it. So the Sultan retreated and thrust again. Did they not understand the screaming and tears was a real aphrodisiac to him? He just got hotter. He gave now thought to Melissa’s damaged and maybe destroyed womb. This would be the cum of a lifetime and he was not going to miss it. After about ten strokes he was ready to explode. The feeling crept from way down by his asshole and streaked up.