After I am gone she will probably tell you how she grew up with depravities visited upon her by her father. Your mother, like Claire, was abused by he... father. Unlike Claire Marvella’s abuse was localized to her father and a few of his friends, including Claire’s father. Claire, on the other hand, was farmed out to many. I didn’t know of Claire’s abuse until your mother filled me in. I was amazed that it went back to the time she was just a child. It takes someone who has been steeped in that. "Son, I want to apologize for this morning. I should have discussed the situation with you before I just jumped in and took matters into my own hands like that, so to speak." She nearly chuckled at her play on words. "It wasn't right for me to take advantage of you like that." You?...Take advantage of me?...Are you serious?" Ben asked as if they were not talking about the same event. "Mom, that was the best thing that has happened to me in months!"A tear immediately welled up in his mother's. All of her extra weight was around the middle and she was firm and tight everywhere else.I leaned her forward and told her to put her hands on the wall. When she did, I moved myself into position and lined my cock up with her wet opening. I worked my throbbing shaft in slowly and began pumping my hips. I finally grabbed those curvy hips and watched as I fucked her hard. My cock was buried deep inside of her as my orgasm hit. I heard her groan as I dumped my load in her and kept pumping. Dominica leaned close, and Daniella could feel Mistress' breath on herface. It was like she felt, rather than heard Mistress' next words."Now, slut. Follow me. Get in the van. We... are going out!"***In the mini-van, Daniella looked at the dashboard, the radio, the treespassing by. Everything seemed to spell "Dominica," over and over again.She felt fuzzy, rushed, like she couldn't catch her breath. Her breastsfelt so huge in the rubber halter. Her pussy felt so tight, so full, inthe rubber.