"The sweet demon took it in stride, she walked in and sat down on the kitchen chair. She stretched her arms back behind her neck, Bill could see her s...apely breasts through the thin white material of her shirt. "So I won't be babysitting, today, won't I?" Her dark eyes looked right through Bill, like fiery needles. "You guys are all the same, this is soooooo predictable." Her voice took on an angry tone, Bill recognized the sound of it from the tapes: it was the start of a slow burn. "This. I felt myself opening, the pain growing less intense and his thrusting becoming more and more pleasurable. My hips found his rhythm and my pussy rutted up again and again into his pistoning cock, trying to get it as deep and tight into me as I could.It went on forever. Over and over, he hammered his hips down and I returned each fierce thrust with one of my own. My cries of anguish became cries of passion as I spasmed again and again under him as wave after wave of pleasure flashed through. Besides, you wouldn't do that to Jim, I mean that's taking things a little too far, don't you think?" Yeah, I know. I wouldn't really do it, but it did sound inviting. It's just really frustrating using a dildo, when I really want the real thing. Of course you don't know what that is like." I wish I had a answer for you, but doing it with some stranger is certainly not it."Kathy smiled and joked. "Well, the next time Derrick wears you out like this, call me and we can solve each others. . you, Mom!" he gasped, staring directly between my carelessly parted thighs. I did incredible things to my pussy to know that my son was staring hungrily at my sopping crotch."Ohhh, Marty!", I gasped.Leaning down, I kissed him on the lips, not like a mother kissing her son, but like a woman kissing her lover. Surprisingly, Marty knew exactly what to do. He parted his soft, young lips and let my tongue enter his hot, panting mouth, slithering his own tongue past mine and into my mouth. My.