"Use me as you wish Mistress".She smirked and said "Don't worry, I will andyou will LOVE it"."Mistress" I said as she was pumping in and outof my ass,..."I LOVE what you're doing and just hopeI can please you".All too soon, I felt her speed up, her cock felt larger andlonger and then BAAAMMM, she exploded into my bowels inhuge, long spurts holding onto my waist as she came.When she was finished, she turned my face towards hers andkissed me with more passion then anyone has ever kissedme, woman,. So we decided this was the occasion to tun.An once intensively and consciously one of the next weekends Annette with me and we made ourselves really nice cozy. After a wonderful dinner with a glass of wine and several waters for rinsing Annette told me that yes, we could now rise together in the bathtub. We got rid of our clothes, I let the tub fill up half with warm water and we got into it. I stroked Annette all over and asked her if her bladder unless already full, and she assured me that. I bite his lower lip and a large growl is heard. Our eyes meet, his sea green orbs have such intensity that I squirm underneath him but can’t seem to look away. This time when he leans down to kiss me, it's softer, sweeter, and more delicate but I want something stronger. I kiss him back with more force and probe his mouth with my tongue, the wetness between my thighs begging for more. He tries to slow down the pace but I don’t relent. I wrap my legs around his waist and press us closer. Even as these random fears and doubts ricocheted through my thoughts, they were dwarfed by the incredible urge to indulge in the sexual opportunity laid out before me. I had never before seen a pussy up close like this before. I knew it was my mom’s, but it was still a pussy. A beautiful, plump, juicy pussy.I wanted it so bad. And I was being told I could have it. But what if I did? Would it change the way my mother felt about me? Would it make me into some kind of sick freak? And if it was.