He shifted around on the back seat, breathing very heavily, moaning a bit. Poor thing. He was so sick. The limo ride eventually ended in front of a ch...ap motel several miles away from Times Square. I remembered this motel because I once lived in it for several months when I first arrived in New York. The motel had quite a reputation for attracting losers like myself and was for lack of better words- a whore house. Men would bring their whores to this motel. It was cheap and no one cared around. She saw several oozers or children playing in bathing suits but no adults nearby.Ann heard loud noises just over the next sand dune. She crawled up to the top and peeked through the reeds. There were a "He" and a "She" locked together in the copulation sequence. The dreaded "He" was mounted on top of the poor "She" with his tool of torture fully implanted in her secret core entrance. It was a hideous sight. Ann shuddered at the very thought. The sounds were coming mostly from the "She" and. What is this all about?And then she soon sees.Donald lays his cock in between her breasts and tells her to start. As she presses them together he begins to stroke his cock up and down in the wonderful cavern she is making for him. Oh, the feeling of her soft, luscious breasts holding his cock as he strokes. Wonderful.He does need to tell her not to release them that much the first few times, but soon a wonderful rhythm is starting. He can stroke at least ten times up and down her before she. .. Natalie know that her mother-in-law feels this way, Mom?” I asked her as we kept fucking rather frantically.“Know? I love it! It’s very sweet and yet very taboo and kinky ... and I know that she would do anything that you asked of her. Her brand of loyalty is hard to match, of course. She’s such a naughty mommy, of course, taking her own son to bed and doing her best to fuck him to death, but that’s part of what I love about her. She’s like my own mother in some ways, but not in every way.