.I didn't go looking for sex, i didn't go looking for anything. Well apart from a piss. it was my lunch break from work. The toilets that this happene... in are underground down a "L Shaped" staircase. as you reach the halfway point of the stairs the cold and the smell of the poorly ventilated underground cesspit hits you(i'm sure you know what i mean).But that was OK i wasn't going to be there long anyway. Once you reach the bottom of the steps to the left, a row of urinals behind them cubicles. Then abruptly he stopped. He was close to cumming so he withdrew then started stroking himself with quick efficient movements. He spilled his fluids into her back. But like earlier that day he wasn’t done. He used his opposing thumbs and moved them in between the cheeks of her bum, spreading them. Then, with little to no hesitation, he started slowly forcing himself into her. He had barely breached her when she started objecting again. She apparently was not broken, a fragment of her spirit had. The sudden thrust of her son’s cock surprised her, but it didn’t hurt as she had been expecting. She felt as if her asshole were stuffed, filled with his hard, throbbing cock. She felt the way her son’s cock throbbed against the gripping ring of her asshole, and her senses reeled. Her naked body trembled, and her ass seemed to sway and beg for him to fuck it.Janet’s fingers clawed into the sheets, and tears came into -her eyes, they were tears of beautiful, sweet rapture. She was startled that. I noticed that she had stopped telling me what she liked in the mags and then I noticed she had placed both hands beneath her. “What you doing” I asked, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop” she cried. “What you doing?” I asked again,and she said she was flicking her self off. I loved it, she was playing with herself as I fucked her. “Tell me more” I demanded. “Tell me more of what you like”. Her words were short and muffled. “Are you nearly there”she said moving her head to one side, trying.