As I walked in the kitchen, I saw a commotion outside the kitchen window. In the distance, I saw my mom and our Mexican gardener, Luis. Luis was a tal..., rugged looking man. At least 6'4'' with a husky build. Mom, on the other hand, at age 44 was still a looker.Upon closer examination outside, Luis was doing more than just looking. Mom was kicking and screaming as Luis was fondling her right in the garden!Mom's khaki shorts covered her shapely, little bottom and legs, but she was topless. Her. " Now there was no eye contact."Where downtown?" None of your business! He's a nice guy!" Where downtown?" I repeated. She glared at me defiantly before an answering."Fine, if you must know it was in a café called The Night Owl. It was a perfectly safe place. And he's a nice guy!" she repeated defensively.My eyes must have bugged out of my head. The Night Owl was a well-known hangout on First Avenue, an area that was known as a place for various criminal activities, including prostitution."Are. "I want you, please." she begged. Graham placed the stool back at the side of the room and walked to the far wall. He pressed the wall and with a click, the wall dropped forward to reveal a king size bed. Graham lifted Jennifer into his arms and carried her to the bed, placing her in the centre. With economy of movement, he stripped off, revealing an impressive erection, which Jennifer greedily reached for, taking him fully into her mouth and sucking hard, while fondling his balls. Graham let. I felt so humiliated as he fucked my face. Turned on but so humiliated. As I was close to gagging on how deep his cock was, the sudden removal of it surprised me. The fact I couldn’t see him is what added to my anxieties, and I was right to be. I was roughly wrestled to my feet and pushed onto our bed with my ass in the air before I felt him rubbing his saliva covered cock against the cheeks of my ass. I felt tears come to my eyes as I knew what was about to happen. We had discussed anal.