I can’t believe I’m being faced-fucked by bigfoot.Her hands, tiny and pathetic compared to the creature's, pounded and pushed against his fur-cove...ed hips, but he didn’t even notice them. The thing’s cock was inside her mouth, and there wasn’t anything she could do about it. Almost resignedly, she rested her palms on his thighs, feeling their incredible warmth, before sliding onto the base of the cock. It took both of her dainty hands to wrap around his girth, and still her fingertips only. He pulled back slightly and pushed back in. He had to hold her tight so she didn't collapse from the pain and pleasure of being ass-fucked by her well hung son.Grimacing she took all he gave. It felt like she had a fence-post up her ass. He felt like his cock was in a wet velvet vice. It was so fucking tight. Mommy's ass felt so nice. He was soon stroking in and out with long lustful thrusts. He could only last so long pumping in and out of her hot tight heavenly backside.With a shudder and a. The first three were the usual lads being sent out by their tutors to anywhere that would take them, but the last form caught my eye. It was from a young woman by the name of Katie, who was very keen on my line of work (unusual in itself) and who wanted to find out more about it. She was 18 years old, lived in the next town to the one I work in, and seemed to know what she was about.The first three weeks passed without incident, then came the Monday morning when Katie was due to start. I had. I turned away from the mirror, but as I did, I caughta glimpse of my pert rear again. It had so much shape to it my shortshad practically ridden up my butt. Out of nowhere, I gave it a littlespank as I shot myself a coy smile in the mirror."Steve. Seriously? Stop checking me out," I teased my reflection inthis flirty voice. I then slowly moved towards the mirror and leaned inrevealing my ample cleavage. Me being in this body was not justaffecting me physically, but mentally. I was finding it.