"Carla put the last of the few dishes in, poured soap powder in the dishwasher, closed the door and turned it on. Turning to her daughter, wiping tear..., she asked, "Why would he do that? I didn't get the impression that he had anything to do with the Matthews' corporation. He didn't act like it at the bank."Jessica finished cleaning the sink and put the scrubber on the back rim. "I think he just did it. I don't know why." Oh, crap. We've got someone else to tell thank you. And with all the. .. fuck me... Ah... Saro! fuck me..." she grunted as I continued to thrust away. She pulled harder and harder on my butt, which in turned pulled me harder and harder into her cunt. The pace was getting so fast that I knew I was getting close to having an orgasm. I looked into my mom's eyes then and could tell that she was getting close to having another orgasm too. I slowed my thrusting to a stop with my penis completely inside of her. I then adjusted my weight a little and had her put her. She pulled on a light-weight summer sweater, pleased at the way her nipples protruded at the garment. A tight skirt, slit to the thigh completed her clothing. She looked at herself again, thinking she resembled a street walker. But looking again, she saw she didn't look like a whore at all but a woman with erotic desires and was not ashamed to show it off. A woman who was comfortable with her sexual nature, with the intensity of her bubbling heat. A woman who knew how to satisfy that heat in. Suck it, honey!" Don gasped, as she cupped the flaccid flesh of his cum-bloating balls gently with one hand and stroked the base of his heavy-veined penis with thumb and forefinger of the other. At the same time, she twirled her saliva-coated tongue spiritedly around the smooth, fiery head with every upward suck, letting the tip flick incitingly across its tiny split. She felt his buttocks flex and imagined his head still raised to watch the lust-infusing sight her obscenely bobbing labors.