We got the ladders from the garage and Dave tied them securely to the roof of his car. his arms looked huge and tanned in his tight white T shirt. At ...6 he was in his prime, his short, thick, dark hair was greying slightly and his regular job as a scaffolder meant there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. i thought he looked like Gearge Clooney and was amazed when my two best friends agreed and Lucy declared she wanted to ride him!! I asked if he would like a drink and my heart skipped a beat when. I was moving my hips with him trying to open up more. I felt it touch my hairy outer lips. His hard knot was approaching. It was banging into my opening now trying to get it. I gritted my teeth and prepared myself. I was sweating with effort as I bore down on it. I looked up into the mirror and I could plainly see his knot trying to go in. I gasped thinking there is no way that huge thing is going in me. I wrapped my legs around his butt and helped him push. I stretched and about half of it. With cold and chilling wind blowing and these words were making me more horny. “sweetheart, please fuck my asshole with your tongue!….please stick your hot poker tongue up my ass baby, i’m getting ready to cum!!” She begged me. Her nasty request made my head swim. I had to admit, her cute pink puckered hole was a beautiful site to behold. I too was nearing my own orgasm and i was eager to please my sexy mother. At that point i was willing to do damn near anything to make her happy, so i licked. Before marriage, it was more like a ‘Tom and Jerry’ fight between us.She was affectionate before marriage too. But it was limited and she did get angry at situations like these. However now, after her marriage, she has become more kind and understanding. But she only knew half. She wasn’t aware of what I was dreaming of. Only I was.It made me ashamed even after her words reduced my guilt to some extent. I wanted to leave, to move out of all these thoughts and situations.Me – “I will start to.