I wrote a word and he has to read it. We played for some time, then he said I m feeling sleepy.So I said ok let us sleep. He lay on bed and soon slept... Aunty asked me what happened to our game. I told that he has slept. She said that ok let us play. I was surprised but agreed. We started playing. First she wrote some words and I read it . Then I asked and she told. Then again she asked and I told. Then I asked and she told. Then she wrote a word and asked me to read it. And when I read it, I. Because people would know." Who's going to know?" Sarah demanded. "Look at yourself in the mirror."I did. A pretty young woman looked back at me. "You don't even recognise yourself, for Pete's sake. Your own mother wouldn't recognise you."She was right. The woman in the mirror was exactly that. A woman. A bit wobbly on heels, perhaps, but a woman nonetheless."Look," she said. "We'll be in the car. I'll drive. Nobody's going to pass any remarks."Five minutes later I stood at the front door. My. Suddenly, Kathy felt a forbidden need coursing through her loins, making her tightly-muscled sphincter contract lewdly in and out. "Billy... Billy, please touch my asshole!" Kathy blurted shamefully. "Please! Oh, Billy, keep fucking me! Put your finger in Mommy's asshole, Billy! Fuck my asshole with your fingers while you fuck my juicy cunt with your big hard prick!" Billy was surprised by his mother's wanton request, but at the same time excited. Kathy felt his pounding fuck-pole growing even. He started slapping my ass really hard. Slap, slap, slap. Over and over. He said fuck yourself on my cock. I started pushing back into him fast and hard. He said “You’re going to let me fuck you whenever I want aren’t you?” I said “yes.” I want you to fuck me every fucking day. He pushed me flat on the bed and fucked me like he was trying shove his dick right through me and the mattress. I had never been fucked so hard in my life. I looked at the clock by my bed and realized we had been fucking.