I told her I wanted her as loose as possible. I would move her arms or legs as I needed. Mom was relaxed as I applied the warmed oil. I applied pressu...e to different parts of her back. When she softly moaned, I knew I had hit the right spot and would keep massaging that area, moving back to it at different intervals. As I worked on my mom’s perfect ass, I had her moaning totally, by hitting all the areas that I had found to cause a moan. I moved down each of her shapely legs and paid particular. My juices were running out of my pussy and your cock used them as lube to make it all easier. Your boss, aware that I was now turned on by this orgy of fucking, pulled his cock out of me completely. I heard a pop and my ass was left gaping. “Look at this hole!” your boss exclaimed. “See how much it can take!” You looked at what he had done to me, how my ass gaped, how it moved gently, trying to get itself back to its normal size. “Tell him how if feels to be fucked properly” your boss growled. They would usually last just a few months before hitting the road. So, between boyfriends, I was the man of the house. I didn't mind it too much because she treated me like a king, but I always wished that she could find a suitable guy so I wouldn't have so much responsibility to take care of things around the house.When I entered high school I had a lot of friends that would come over to the house and the thing I got tired of hearing the most was, "Your mom is so hot!" I think the only reason. The names of the characters can also be customized.{endif}You stamp your feet on the doormat to knock the snow off of the bottom of your shoes as you wait for the doorbell to be answered. Shifting the bottle of wine you brought as a host gift from hand to hand, you prepare yourself to be a genteel guest and make the best first impression to the family that you can. Not the best start, however - the inclement roads took longer to navigate than expected. The door swings open."You're late." Jen.