His hands flat on her shoulders, his fingers gripping into her with every thrust, the nightdress under his grip, smooth, soft, and pliant. Her knuckle... white as she gripped at the edges of the table-top, trying desperately to keep from screaming, despite the deep ramming truncheon filling her, banging against her soft cervix, bruising, battering, beating her soft interior to what seemed like a mush. It was a tussle of minds, he the alpha male, desperate to hear her acknowledgement of his. She was so nice and encouraging. I felt her hand at my side, offering the help and guidance I needed to proceed as my hips started to move. Soon we were holding hands and looking each other in the eyes. My mother’s legs were wide open and her breasts were bouncing in a gentle rhythm with my first thrusts into the hairy warmth. They were soft and jiggly and I could distinctly feel her nipples.“M-hm. Yes,” my mother said as I started trying longer thrusts, all the way in and out. Her hands were. After ten minutes or so Steve asked me to join Erica. I took my robe off and my 8.5" cock was at full attention. Steve said, "We can't use pictures of a model with a full hard on. We have to do something about this. Either you go to the back and take care of it, I join you and take care of it for you, or you talk Erica into helping you with it. Either way I am sending the photographer to lunch."Erica shocked me by saying, "He does not have to talk me into anything, I am game it he is." She. Another unique and extraordinary experience, it was so erotic and pleasurable to feel her velvet silky cock grind into mine.When I felt I was moving back from climax and could continue on, then things rose to a higher plane of excitement. I laid on her bed I asked for her dildo without a word she produced it and handed it to me as well as some love oil. I then told her to get on top of me 69 position. Her lovely ass was in my face and she was sucking and wanking my cock , I had her tuck her.