But what I do remember is ramming my mom’s wet pussy, from the back, as she bent over the washing machine.“Oh, yes, just like that. This is just l...ke I always imagined how it would be, mmm” my mom had moaned.It was one of the many occasions my dad was away, and only my mother and I were at home. But, this was the first time our bodies expressed their love for each other.Sleeping in separate rooms seemed totally unnecessary. I shared the bed with my mom that night. And every other night, dad was. But now I was aging. All the money I had could not stop thateventual process. And while I wouldn't be considered ugly, I was noClooney either. I had started to have trouble with my cock as well.There was nothing worse than finally picking up the beautiful twenty-something with daddy issues, only to find that I couldn't keep it uplong enough to finish the job.Women like the one across the aisle generally didn't mind all that.They seemed to find it endearing, but their reassurances still. Valerie and I watched in amazement as the three girls went at it. Ling was no bigger than my daughter was. The girls took turns having orgasms. I was impressed at how well my daughter ate pussy. She was the first to give Ling an orgasm.When the girls told Ling to stop because they had had enough I rolled her over and took her from behind. As I entered her I could imagine how tight my daughter’s pussy would be.She was a cock whore. She told me that she loved it when American guys fucked her,. The two stewardesses, Kate and Michelle, opened the cockpit door and went in. "What is going on?" asked Kate. "Are you tormenting Cindy again?" Just hoping to get her out of the way for a while," said Captain Ryan. "So we could spend some time together again." What do you have in mind?" asked Michelle. "Why don't we pick up where we left off before we got interrupted in that landing in Dubai?" Where were we?" asked Kate smiling. "I believe Kate’s knees were here and Michelle’s here," said.