I always will.’ She had tears in her eyes now, happy ones. She hugged me as tight as she could and gently kissed me on the lips. It was more than a ...iss you give to your friends. Much more. She blushed and hugged me again. After a few minutes, she got up and got the stuff from the store. When she headed for the kitchen, I remembered something. It didn’t happen too long ago. I had just gotten out of the shower, and I thought no one was home. So I was going to walk to my room nude. But just. You’re as pretty as your mother and you’re as sexy as she is wearing her underwear and you can give as good a blow job as she can. We can put her wig on you and lots of men will love having you sucking on them like your mom does.’ I knew mom used to be an escort herself, but she had switched to being a mistress for a few rich men, instead. Ron became her weekend man and he offered to leave his wife for mom, but she told him she wasn’t a one man woman. Her years of being a glamorous, upscale. He started fucked her slow, but very hard. His hips smashed into hers with wild force. He started sucking on her neck and chest while she clawed and scratched at his back, moaning loudly. He continued this for a good ten minutes, SMASH, SMASH, SMASH, while she moaned louder.Suddenly she felt something she had never felt while getting fucked by any other man, a new sensation deep within her pussy; Mike’s cock kept rubbing against that one spot within: her G-spot! And now she was clawing even. No. I’m your mother!”“Not any more, now you’re my cunt, I own this pussy!” While yelling he had switched hands and pulled her jeans and panties all the way off. In certain ways he couldn’t control himself it was slap, kiss, slap, lick her ass crack, slap.For Irene this was a dream come true, she had always wanted a man to take charge of her, but her son? That tongue slid up her ass crack, yes to him. Yes to my son, yes to everything. “ OH darling let me show ... let me...” She couldn’t really.