My plane arrived in Los Angeles at one o’clock, my driver was waiting for me outside the terminal. As we pulled out of the holding area, I received ... text message on my phone, I answered it quickly, hoping it was from Ashley. I recognized the number as Courtney’s, I paused for a second, realizing the error I had made. I had forgot to call her and tell her goodbye, I felt awful. I opened the text, my eyes adjusted to the small screen. It was a short simple message.If you must go,Then I wish you. "But she is old, like mom." I said. My sister just laughed. I thought about what she said and the old woman. And then decided sister was right so I went back over to the woman's house. She answered the door and I told her I had more stuff to show her and she invited me in. Lucky the asshole was not home. I did not even show her anything, I just started flirting and she flirted back. Next thing I know we are making out and my hand is down her shirt playing with those sweet tits. Within minutes. Giving in, I stared down at my mother's immobile face whilst I began to saw in and out of her. Eventually, the look of rage in her eyes was replaced with the obscure pain and resignation I'd felt earlier. Liira must have been having her own trouble inside my mother, because hr gaze would repeatedly wander to some point on the ceiling before resolutely being jerked back to focus on my face.After a few such attempts, Liira snarled "Enough! Take the pillows, spread them out on the floor, and build. I started stroking her hard and pressing her boobs hard. She was now moaning at top of her voice now. I remembered that a lot of women like to ride the cock. So I laid on the bed and her on the top of me. It was a beautiful sight of her boobs moving up and down rhythmically. The room filled with moans and the stocking sounds. I was about to cum but didn’t tell her as she was enjoying a lot. I cummed in her pussy which was the best thing. I apologized for it.She told me that it is no problem as.