But I wanted her as a partner and want to make her involved.I kept thinking of a great plan to implement. My dad came home and was tired and asked mom...for a coffee. My mom gave him coffee and was sitting at the dining table. My dad was on the sofa in the hall.He was a kind of strict person who will get arrogant and hit us hard for silly things due to business stress. He did not treat mom like a partner, and she was just a maid for him. I was able to understand that mom was not having active sex. I looked up at her, and she looked up at me with a look of disbelief at what I was about to do. Keeping my mom's legs spread wide open so I could watch my cock penetrate her pussy, I slowly slid my cock inside."No," she said faintly. But it was too late. I finally fucked the pussy I coveted all these years.Pumping her eagerly and noticing the wedding ring on my mom's hand, I looked down to watch as my dick went in and out of her treasured pussy. What a glorious sight. And after a few minutes,. A make-up assistant dutifully applied some blusher to the upper curves of her gloriously-rounded orbs. Smiling, Sami stepped aside, gesturing me to alight. “Take as long as you like, monsieur. I will have the lift waiting for your next sexual excursion!”“So, you’re from Ingerland?” she whispered. I’d never heard my homeland pronounced as three syllables.“Err, yes,” I stammered, involuntarily running a hand across my erection.“Hey, buster – now don’t go all bashful on me. Get on board and let’s. You want me to play any special song for you?" I shook my head no to her question. I wasn't much into music. Mostly, I had been sitting in my booth, drinking bourbon and seven, wondering how much longer I was going to be stuck here before my car was repaired. I hoped it would be soon, so I could get back out on the road.I was making a fair living at the time, traveling across the country selling those moving neon lighted advertising display signs. They weren't too expensive to buy, and many.