He had consoled her, all sympathy and soft words, then he had kissed her, explain that so far, he himself, had never seen more than the boob she had s...own him and saying she was lovely etc, etc! Slowly he had won her round and after a while she had agreed to allow him to undress her, if in exchange she could see what he had to offer, It would be the first time in daylight she would see a penis, her fumbling’s till then being in the darkened cinema with an only caressed organ’, but she. "Why would he? There're enough women and "girls" to keep him occupied." the voice reminded her."But I am his mother!" she argued."And he needs a lover. One who he can brag about to his friends." the voice continued."My son loves me." she said defiantly."He he he!" the voice cackled like an evil old witch. "He likes girls his own age. That's why he wants you to wear short, tight dresses." That was true. Lizzy wore long dresses, pants and other modest clothes that a woman her age was supposed to. There's something about letting go, and watching the one you love succumb to pleasure over everything else... It's just incredible. I can never, ever let Cassidy know about this fetish, however. She's too loyal, and she's spoken about how much she hates cheaters. I think her ex cheated on her, and it's hurt her bad. Cuckolding isn't cheating, but it's easy to get those wires crossed, so it's a subject I've never dared provoke in intimate conversations. I think she'd dump me outright-- well,. I did not believe my eyes while this was going on. Then he placed my mom onto the mat, and asked her whether she was satisfied. Then my mom told him that this was not enough at all. Then she started focing him, asking him to fuck her. In fact she was elaborating what she wanted. She was asking him to fuck her badly, and tear her pussy. She in between mentioned that it’s been a month that they both had sex. Then the swamiji lifted her both legs apart and kneeled in front of her hairy cunt. Then.