Missus Sorrel was no prize beauty; let that be said up front. She was about thirty years old her own self and a little on the dumpy side. She was slop...y dressed in the best of times and usually very unkempt. But to Eddie she was beauty incarnate. When she walked out to the hen house to gather the eggs Eddie watched every movement her fat ass made as she waddled slowly across the yard. He imagined what it would be like to take that thin dress off her and just plain fuck her in the front yard.. As I lay there, I thought of all that had gone on this trip, first the rain and sleeping with my naked mother in a tight sleeping bag. Then her actually asking me to cum inside her. I went back over the long walk to this little secluded area, and wondering if she had winked at me or not. I thought about the kissing in the pond, and waking up to an immensely pleasurable blowjob from her warm mouth. Thinking about this, I my dick started to rise, excited by the thought of my mother.As I was. A low moan escaped her chest as she teased her clit through the fabric. emmahott4u23: How can you go so long? razr242: Discipline. razr242: Besides, when I do cum, it's super intense. It's almost against my will, like I totally lose control. emmahott4u23: mmm emmahott4u23: I'd like to see that. razr242: Stick around. Beth pushed her jeans and panties down her hips, revealing a smoothly waxed pussy. Her back arched slightly as her fingers brushed her sensitive, swollen clit. She matched the. “Yes, M’lady,” I said, exaggerating a bow.“He’s a goofball, in case you didn’t know,” Kara said.“I gathered!” Abbie smirked.They headed upstairs to start the tour and I lugged Abbie’s two large suitcases and her smaller carry-on to the basement in two trips. I put her in the right-hand room because my dad was using the left-hand one. He was out with the Navy guys, so he wasn’t home. I went back upstairs and waited in the great room while the girls finished the tour. About ten minutes later they.