.. she's probably got something sexy on waiting for you to get home."We both started laughing and carrying on. Giuseppe was a tall, dark and a very ha...dsome Italian man. He was probably 45 or so (about 20 years older then me). If he wasn't a married man I think I might have given him a shot. I always wondered if he put as much passion into lovemaking as he did his food. He also had the sweetest smile. And he was looking at me with those (I wanna fuck you so bad) eyes. I was wearing a short. Her tits were equally breathtaking as the 36C pair hung gracefully from her chest. I needed sexual release right then and there. I managed to find another pair of her dirty panties crumpled on top of the clothes hamper. They were powder pink silk panties and I could see the off white streak of her dried juices run back and fade into a faint tan color. I wrapped those panties around my cock as I kept inhaling my mom’s taboo scent. I alternated between that and licking her still moist panties. I. She had a nice tummy and hips, revealed by her snug skirt. I could feel my erection swelling, as I was sure she could as well, but she didn't recoil from my obvious arousal, continuing to rub against me. I wondered if she was getting moist and excited as well...We boarded the train to baggage claim for her luggage, then rode the bus to Hertz to pick up our car, chatting the whole way. The weather was clear and sunny as we drove west toward Denver, the Rockies rising up as a majestic backdrop.. He hit me, he hit my mother, called us names and started drinking. Now him being mad is one thing, but him being drunk was something else entirely... and he was drunk a lot. He would go on a rampage. He would break things in the house, he would throw things at me and he would break me down. Every day was the same, hands, fists, books everything he could hit me with he did. He said I was worthless, a freak, that I deserved to die. He made me insecure, shy and at some points he made me hate.
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