This time we had set it up 2 full weeks in advance. That added to the nerves, but gave us both time to get the plans finalized. He arrived that mornin... just as planned and the memories flooded back as he stepped in smiling and we shook hands once again. He was pretty much a novice on computers so we started by me showing him a couple simple things for security and ease of handling. Nothing much but then after a bit of small talk, I asked if he was ready to watch some porn like we did the first. A few steps away from the main attraction, a woman who I immediately recognized as the antique shop owner was pushing a wheelchair. I presumed the pushee was her mother. The shop owner looked at me as if she recognized me. From her first sex or the day I bought the silver clock? In both cases, I was the same current age. I considered that if I was really my age back when she was eighteen, I'd be even older than her mother in the wheelchair.I nodded my head."You owe me something," said the. He shoved it all the way in, then pulled back, watching as his cock came out gleaming with her copious pussy-juice. His fingers tightened on her hips as Randy started fucking his mother's pussy fast and hard, still staring down, excitedly watching his hard prick pounding in and out of her clinging cunthole."Faster, Randy! Fuck your mother!"Alison clawed at the carpet, her beautiful face contorting in obscene incestuous pleasure as her son's hard young prick pummeled her cunt, fucking her. I felt lighht headed as he fucked in and out of me, felt slutty and womanly and femme as his shaft took me to places I had only dreamed about and all the time making me feel filled up like nothing I had ever expeienced.It couldn't last for either of us. I was wanking my own cock, its tingling solid length buzzing with excitement while he stood behind me fucking me with his shaft buried right in my willing hole.I'm going to cum....he said and I could feel him start to quicken his thrusts. I told.