30 and after a shower I go down to the bar. It’s obvious they have arrived. I look round the bar and although there are a number of people there, on...y one couple look like rabbits in the car headlights, clearly twitchy and nervous, holding hands with empty glasses on the table – Dutch courage I suspect. I walk over and give an outwardly confident smile and offer them refills. Both swallowing hard in unison, they thank me and I go off to the bar. My mind is running around like cycles at the. My breasts looked huge, squashed into the tight waistcoat, the faux leather cupping them and displaying them magnificently. I grinned salaciously knowing the photographer would be putty in my hands any moment now. I placed my manicured hands underneath my large breasts, squeezing them gently and adjusting them to show them off in their prime. As my slender hands squeezed the faux leather, the photographer walked into the entertainment room, staring into the wall mirror at my reflection. I. Another ball lost.He headed back toward the house just as the outside lights went on. He saw Tiffany on the deck of her house laying on a chaise lounge, reading a magazine. He climbed an old tree on the edge of his family's property and watched her for a while from his perch.She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Her legs were stretched out on the chaise and crossed at her ankles, which mashed her fleshy thighs together. She was upright, with her dark hair -- which was usually in a pony tail. "Oh fuck me Kyle! Fuck your mother!" She begged as her boobs shook hard enough to give her a black eye. Her pussy spread widely as I got deeper into her. We were both moaning as I explored her insides. She kept moaning as she slid her hands up my arms and chest. There was no one in the world besides us. Just I and my beautiful mother, lost in a whirlwind of passion. I grabbed her boobs and squeezed them together and dug my fingers in the soft skin.My cock was on fire, speeding in and out of her.