“You just want a piece of her ass again,” Joan teased her son. “My ass isn’t hat enough for you?” Billy grinned at his mother. “Plenty hot... Mom, but I like to fuck her, too.”“You like to fuck anything hot and wet,” she laughed.He had stood facing his mother, his arms about her waist, hugging her. Joan lifted her skirt and shoved his hands onto her panties, curling his fingers about the shapely cheeks of her ass. His cock-bulge was hard, poking against his pants and on her thigh. She gripped it,. I jacked off every day as I thought about her sexy body and how she had masturbated for me.I was just getting ready to head over to the pool to meet Dave and Greg when Christa called me and said that she was all alone at home today and that if I wanted to come over it would be OK.I wasted no time hopping on my bike and heading over to Christa's house. She answered the door in a tight tank top, her little tits looking nice through the thin fabric, and a pair of tight, denim shorts that showed. My abs gleamed from sweaty excursion. His cock still at attention almost between my breasts I grabbed it. He reached back and pushed the dildo into himself as he sat deeper and deeper on it. I watched it all in the mirror. I let go of his cock and grabbed his ass. He started to bounce but it was slow and awkward. I pulled him close to me and watched in the mirror. I raised my hips and watched it sink in. I lowered them and then he sat up. Arching his back and angling his ass nicely in line. I. Tammy was the best at this because she almost always had short dresses on and had a lovely shaven pussy, and would ask what I thought of her thighs and would I like to get in-between them; One day I was in the garden working on my car, when Tammy came out with a cup of tea and said Susan my wife had gone into Birmingham’s bull ring shopping centre, she stood in a passion that she knew I could see right up her mini skirt, she said that she was leaving Ray (her husband) because he wanted, and.