I got a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. Mom was wearing the short robe she usually wears but there seemed to be a difference I couldn’t fig...re out. She brought her coffee over and sat down with me.“Honey, I don’t want you to feel guilty about any part of last night. It was something I’ve wanted since your dad got sick and it finally got to the point that I just couldn’t deny it anymore. I kept myself from acting on it for a long time but fingers and dildos weren’t scratching the itch. No ticket, no points against your license, not even a record of this whole traffic stop. Do we have an agreement?" W-what would I have... to do?" she gulped. Maybe this was a bad idea after all! While she wasn't a virgin anymore, she wasn't exactly worldly in matters concerning sex, either. And she knew that there were some pretty twisted people out there! What had she gotten herself into?"Relax, hot stuff. I'm not talking about anything too out there. Just the regular fucking and sucking.. He facefucked me until he came in an explosive orgasm, and made me swallow the cum. When he was finished, he said he was going to take a little while to rest, and that he wanted me go to the bathroom, clean myself up, and then wait for him in the bedroom. He told me to remain naked until he came back. When he came in about an hour or so later, he was hard again. He mounted me, pulled my legs apart, and rammed himself into me. He fucked me harder than he ever had before, and I had to admit that. She made a similar one back, warning her daughter not to be rude. Wanda was a small Latina woman with tan bronze skin and an hourglass figure. Her daughter, Isabella, was slightly less shaped but still quite slender. Only half Latina, her skin was much lighter but still held a glowing sheen to it.Stuart was a large hairy man in his thirties who often never shaved and was usually without pants from the moment he stepped into Wanda's apartment to the moment he left. Isabella confirmed this.