Her tits had totally sagged and were swinging freely as I pinched her nipples. I started milking my mother's breasts and urged the man "Yes! Fuck her!...Fuck my mother! She's a cheap whore."Mom opened her eyes and looked at me. "Ugggghhh!" she moaned and lifted her head. I knew what she wanted now. Her lips were painted bright red and she looked more of a whore than bride.I slapped her face. "This is what you want cunt! You want to be ****d and abused." Yes Dave! Yes! Your mother wants to be. We went straight to the point.Both of us agreed that neither of us wanted a serious relationship, and we were both looking for a mind-blowing sexual relationship.When I shared my fantasies with him, unlike my ex-bf, he got more interested in me.Tushar: Girl! You have got an intriguing taste! It would be a really fun time with you! All the best.Me: All the best for?Tushar: For the day when I fuck your brains out, and rock your world like no one would ever have!That single line made my pussy. My cock was throbbing in my pants and she rubbed me through my trousers. I held my breath longer, but not out of choice. I couldn't breathe. I turned to face her and she planted a kiss straight on my lips. Holy shit, maybe it was a good day after all. Her lips were silky smooth and her tongue was soft as it pushed it's way through my lips and massaged my tongue. I kissed back with an immense passion I didn't know I had. Then she stopped. “What wrong?” I asked, looking at her. She pressed the. If I had any intention of trying to quell the onslaught, he squashed that idea by pressing even harder on my clit and speeding up. My stomach started those familiar contractions and it happened." I came. How can I say it any other way? With tears in my eyes, my hips ground back and forth in the seat, not just succumbing to his touch but anxious for it. That little vibration my body makes during orgasm was as evident as if I were on our marriage bed. When I slowed slightly, he abandoned my clit.