I couldn’t help myself. I sat on the floor of the shed and let the tears flow. It was so overwhelming. I was afraid I couldn’t do it.I don’t kno... how long I cried but I got it out of my system. What a pussy. I needed to get myself together and go home. I needed to hold my lovers and maybe even my lovers’ lovers. The weather forecast was fair and warmer tomorrow. I needed to paint a fucking wall.Bed was crowded. There were six girls in there and they were all pretty involved with each other. It. I am five feet eight, with a figure that is described here in the Caribbean as slim-thick, that is, I am slim but rounded and curvy, not in any way boney or angular. I have the ass of my dad’s race and the color and skin tone of the other mix. My breasts never grew bigger than small avocadoes, always firm and prominent with long nipples; and since I’d suckled only one c***d, remained fairly firm and upright over the years, not necessitating much need for bras. After my husband’s passing I had. My cock slowly pulled out and went back in. Each movement, mom's body reacted. Our eyes remained locked. Slowly, we began having sex.It took a few moments before we fully got a rhythm going. I couldn't believe that I was actually fucking my own mother. And for her career of all reasons. I was in complete awe of looking at the subtle expressions on her face as she received pleasure. And I was amazed by how naughty her pussy felt.Minutes passed. I couldn't believe that she was allowing me to fuck. But for that, I needed money.I sat back and watched as time passed and finally I had a chance to sneak away from here. But, a lot of things happened throughout that time as well. Same experience with different people.Due to the things that could have possibly happened while I travel on Monday morning, I decided to travel on Sunday evening instead. Then, even if those sexual things happen to me on board, I will have time to prepare for the teaching day. I could not risk going to school on Monday.