"Mmmph", she grunts, signaling to me shes not really in the mood, just "get what I need". Thing is, what I "need" is to have her hot and panting whil... I fill her full of cum, and in her current mind frame that isn't going to happen. So, I start lightly caressing her very hairy pussy, stroking each hairy lip and rubbing lightly on her clit. She starts to resist but I tell her to shush and start sucking and breathing in her ear. This relaxes her a bit and I start to spread her pussy open with. His mother gasped, "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh," dropping her head back, fluttering her eyes, and rolling back under the sudden assault of taboo's pure pleasure invading her womanhood.It was not "going to happen." It was already happening, and Karin knew it. Now she knew as never before the real meaning, the real blissful crises of the word: "fucking." Her own son was fucking her. It seemed like so many of those dreams Mom had had, but had never spoken of, too. It felt so good that she gave in to it,. He could feel her muscle contractions deep within her vagina and pushed even further. He then sat down with her on top in reverse cowgirl. He nudged her so she would go up and down. Every time she came slamming down onto his cock he would meet her body with an equally powerful thrust. Mike could see her boobs squishing out to the side every time their pelvis’s met and her perfect ass would fall onto his stomach. And every time she went up and her ass cheeks spread he saw a glimpse of her. ’ She spun me around to face the mirror while the loosely took my hair and pulled it to the top of my head … the result being more skin revealed above the bodice. ‘Here, try on these shoes … I’m going back to look at jewelry …’ and she was out the door again. I sat on the little bench and slipped on the 3′ black patent shoes she had picked out for me … they, too, fit like a glove. As I stood to face the mirror I noticed how the height of the heels subtly altered my posture … I turned from one.