"Becky, come here and sit down here for a minute I want to talk to you." I patted the sofa next to me."Uh… okay… what’s the matter?“ she said,...sitting down and looking worried.“Becky, this is going to sound strange and I can’t even believe it’s happening either. But we spent all night last night talking and working with each other. And then you came home and we have had really amazing sex. I have had a wonderful time with you,” I started talking.“I’ve had a really great time with you as well,. For instance, when it came to stripping off old wallpaper, she could kind of slip her hands under the old stuff and just lift it right off the wall. I followed behind her with a putty knife and a sandpaper block, taking off what little dried paste was left behind. We managed to get three of the four second floor bedrooms ready to either paint or repaper before knocking off on Sunday afternoon.Her ability to remain visible and audible seemed to be getting better all the time, although neither of. It was amazing. I didn't want the moment to end. I slowly started to slip from her but wanted so desperately to stay inside her and pushed back deep into the folds of her pussy. She yelped, and it sounded so beautiful that I had to hear it again. I pulled back intentionally this time and shoved in again. She yelped again, and again.. I couldn't help myself now.. I was fucking my Ma for all I was worth. Her yelps turned into screams and I could tell I was riding her through multiple orgasms, but. Silently, I will approach her struggling exposed body, reach out and very gently, almost too soft for her to notice, stroke my fingers over her wet gusset, the dirty slut is dripping wet, her panties soaked in her pussy juice. Suddenly Sarah becomes aware of the touch, she freezes. She tries to speak, to ask for release, but her cries are muffled by the gag.I stop touching her soaking wet pussy, I move to her big tits, playing with them, gently at first, then getting rougher, tugging at her.