Mom looks at me and says: “I see that I have already got you started”. I looked down to see that I had another one of my morning hard ons. Mom sit...” down beside me and before I knew what was going on, she had mounted me and pushed me pack on our bed. “This will be a quick one” mom said as she clinches her pussy very tightly and pumps me hard. We kiss and feel each other as we row all over the bed. We both fall to the floor and mom pins me down and keeps fucking me hard. Within about ten minutes. Gonna have to really clean up after this one, Tasha thought, as the blonde turned the controls down. She sat panting for a moment before starting them back up again. Still not done. A girl after my own heart, Tasha thought, repressing a smile. Glancing at her watch, she saw that they only had another five minutes or so. Upstairs, she could hear the sound of the party going on and could almost feel the anticipation of the women who still wanted a full ride. She could barely stand the pressure. No Contest. He’d worked enough on it over the years. Reached saturation point. But moms had more work to go. He thought about bringing Eddie’s sexual abuse into it. There were flash points. Moments when the characters based on Eddie’s mom and his mom separated due to conflict. But he always thought those moments could be stronger. The idea had its appeal.The novel changed things from real life. He moved the time line up a bit so the moms could be adolescents during the flourishing of the. "The old woman paced before her fireplace, wringing her hands and occasionally shaking her fist at the ceiling as she continued her muttered tirade of abuse against her own self."Son of a whore! Oh, turn the page, Helen. 'The moving finger having writ moves on... ' And, all that nonsensical, male truth. Again, written by a man. Not that Omar Khayyam is a bad poet. He is still but a man." She paused, placed a hand to her head and groaned. "Shit! Oh well. He is quite intelligent. It shines like a.