I slowly withdrew only to plunge back into her over and over again, each thrust brought us both to a new level of ecstasy. Mom would break our kiss ev...ry few seconds to let out moans and squeals through deep rapid breaths, then she would pull my face to hers and kiss me deeply. It was obvious we both wanted our bodies to be as close to each other as possible. Mother and son, joined at their most sacred places, looking into each others eyes and satisfying their most primal needs. Who knows how. When the sky darkened, he let her go. He told her to make supper for her parents. We had stocked our shelves with vegetable soups for Donald. She made spaghetti for me. Terry sneered when she offered to load a plate for him.I wondered at stupid things, like why he required me to suck him clean and then stuff his cock back into my cum dripping cunt. Terry must have fucked himself dry that day. Stace slept in her bedroom, while I slept mounted to a fat pole sticking out of a fat mound. I woke in. It couldn’t inside the very small cage she had bought, and would hurt when it did try, but it would still try. At least there were several very attractive women she worked with, I would enjoy seeing and watching them. Although that would not help with the uncomfortable erections I would have. Just before we left, my wife reached down, cupped my balls in her hand and squeezed tightly, squeezing the hard plastic cage. Smiling, she looked into my eyes and told her that every single woman I would. Now, suddenly, Joan Wright was in his arms, sobbing almost inconsolably and he was trying to soothe her, when she tried to break away from him, spitting out, "Let me go... you bastard!"He held her tight in strong, lean arms to keep her from scratching him, shifting to hold her from behind, pinning her arms when she tried to bite him; the soft sneakers she wore was, of course, no danger to him as she tried to kick her way free."Hold on... Joan, Baby! Not so violent! I'm only trying to help.