“I don’t want to hear about Elaine,” my mother hissed. “I just want my lovely son to fuck me. Love me, darling. Love me like a son is supposed...to love his mother.”I leaned in and, heedless of my own jizm smeared across my mother’s breasts, lay my body on top of her so I could kiss her creamy mouth.We fucked, both of us grunting as we strived for a climax.It didn’t matter that I’d just come; I was so aroused I knew I could bull into my mother’s body and let go with another surge very soon.As it. Ann watched him silently fora while ? his fine masculine figure; his strong arms ? then she turnedback to look at Richard, hard at work on his papers.It seemed like a hundred years ago when she had bedded Mavis every night,living in an endless whirl of lewd abandon.Becoming Lady Ann had been such an incredible escape from her life ofpoverty and hard work ? from being an idiot uncultured servant ? but?there were things that she missed; things she wished she could stillhave.If only she could have. Each episode was a genuine stranger and all clearly showed the stranger’s face.They arrived at the ferry terminal on time, loaded the Vito on board and went to their cabin. It was an eight-hour crossing through the night so they had a meal and went to the small bar for a drink. It was quite crowded and they had to share a table with middle-aged, British couple. They chatted easily. His name was Alan and his wife was Jenny. Alan couldn't keep his eyes of Mariann. The petite, shapely blonde, with. " I'm afraid of that," Cindy whispered weakly."Then don't worry about it," Bill rasped.He forced his mind away from the idea of fucking his kid sister. There were other things, weren't there?He set a knee on the bed and swung his other leg over Cindy's body. Kneeling over her with his cock throbbing mightily, he asked, "You're not afraid of my prick, are you?"Cindy couldn't take her eyes off his powerful cock. "Well, no." How about here?" Bill rasped. He lowered his long thick cock to the small.