We didn't have time to talk because we were so busy ripping each other's clothes off. Shoes came off. Shirts came off. Then Cynthia pinned me by the w...ndow and I thought she was going to push me out. "You want to stop fucking me? Huh?", she asked, while ripping my belt off and unbuttoning my pants. "You want to stop fucking me and walk away? Huh, mother fucker? Is that it? I don't think so. I don't fucking think so." . To say it was the best wank I had experienced could not describe the feeling at that time.However as I came of the high and looked at myself in the mirror, I thought “no, this is all wrong”. I stripped and carefully put everything back in its original place, vowing never to do it again. But by the following week, the urge to dress-up again was strong and I was all along in the house on Saturday afternoon.Rather than mum’s room, I went into Sharon’s room knowing that if she every caught me or. I let out a loud gasp as I experienced the most wonderful feeling in the world for the first time. As I moved in and out of her cunt Mrs. Martin raised her legs up so she could feel me deep in her cunt. Harder and deeper I thrust in her, the faster and deeper I fucked her, the louder Mrs. Martin moaned, and the more she squirmed under me.She kept moaning and urging me on begging for me to fuck her harder. That drove me over the edge as I could feel the sperm boiling deep in my groins. A few. " So you want me to call you whore and slut and tell you how I'm going to fuck your pussy... things like that?" Yes! I love that stuff. I also like it when you make me tell you things. Like when you make me admit I'm a whore, or when you make me tell you how much I like what you are doing. I'm sure you have had girls who were potty mouths before."Now it was my turn to be surprised. "Yeah I have, but I didn't know you... I mean you're a Mom!"Carol smiled. "Yes, but as you said, I'm also a woman..