We grabbed our clothes and did just that. Once inside the car, he started jerking me off and asked me if I wanted to fuck him tonight. I said yes. In ...he back seat of his car, he straddled me, spit on his hand rubbing it on his asshole. He did it again to lube up my thick, hard as a rock, cock. He grabbed my cock and forcefully shoved it up his ass. As he bounced up and down on my cock, staring at me the whole time, I reached down and grabbed his pecker and started stroking it. I could feel the. Her slightly tanned skin showed a hint of sunburn that indicated she was just beginning to work on that much sought after tan. Michelle's refined voice spoke as if from a Lauren Bacall movie. "I am Paul's mother. Are you from around here?" I am, but my twin sister is from Denver. I was recently made homeless and Paul offered to help me until I could get back on my feet."Michelle could not help herself. After all, a mother is a mother, and her baby is never big enough to take care of himself.. It turned out that my mother never wanted me. Oh I think somewhere deep down in her she loved me to some extent, but the fact was she never wanted me. The only reason that she had me was for her career. In fact the only reason she married my father was for her career. The company that she worked for expected certain benchmarks when they considered one of their lawyers for partnership and two of those benchmarks were being married and having a child. You had to be a family man or in the case of. "You saved me, Carl. How can I ever repay the risks you took to help me escape? Even if I love you until I die, I'll still owe you, because none of the days that I live from today on, would have been possible if you didn't risk your life to save me." She was still clingy. When we took our seats, after using the bathroom, Desi wedged herself in beside me on the loveseat. We cuddled, hugged, kissed, and generally played horny teenager, until Desi decided to talk."My mother died when I was born..