"My late husband and I always had sex after he had spanked me," said Gwen trying to justify to herself the thought of having sex with a stranger."As t... the spanking, you can choose a safe word but unless you use the word the spanking will go on until I decide that it stops, do you understand Gwen?" was Alan's next point."Yes I understand, Tom always spanked me until he thought that I had had enough and by that time we were usually both more than ready to, um..." said Gwen before tailing off."To. A man who was younger than me, stood nearly a foot taller than me, was trained in the lethal arts of combat, and who was blessed with a cock much thicker and much longer than my own.Without these deep-running and constant cuckold thrills, I’d have called time on this new version of our marriage long ago. But as it was, however much I missed Jill, and however much I worried about where our direction of travel might ultimately take us, the perverted and possibly self-destructive pleasures I got. But there was one problem – my dick. My dick was almost always horny as I was away from sex for a long time. And alcohol made my lust even more. My dick was assuming its full size often and I was sure that my mom was noticing it too.Mom was 46 and a well-made woman. She was fair with big boobs. One can see her big thighs which were in good shape as she walked around wearing saree. So, it was a sexually active age for my mother but she was trapped in a life with her son.Slowly, I started. I led her down into the darkness at the end of the alley where a small concrete block sticks out of the wall, just before the chain link fence. As soon as we were at the end of the alley I pulled my cock out and pulled her up onto me. I pushed myself into her before she could say a word. She moaned softly. "Oh fuck... Oh god... Yes, fuck me!" I pushed myself as deep as I could into her with each bounce, until she was wrapped around my neck with both arms. Her skirt pulled up around her waist.