She would masturbate while he described his actions, often bringing herself quickly to orgasm because she was so excited. But tonight, tonight was dif...erent. Tonight, he was coming.He told her exactly what to wear and how to be splayed on the table. She was not to talk or turn around. He did not want her to try to pleasure him. It was about her and her fantasy. She wanted to feel attractive, sexy again. It had been so long since she felt passion and all she really needed was to feel wanted. But. Just screamed and screamed over and over as I hit him.The one one the left ran at me and I swung around and caught his chin with the end of that broken pipe as I struck. I heard a sound like cracking as his teeth and jaw broke. The third one snapped to action and reached into his large baggy shirt and I threw that broken pipe at him. His screams were the loudest as the jagged edge of the pipe entered his shoulder and pinned him like a rat to the dumpster behind him. His fingers were pulling the. She was telling me to "eat her slutty hole" and that I was a "very good son to eat mommy's wet pussy!" I licked and sucked her clit several more minutes and I kept thinking that I was licking the same hole I was born in...LOL! Mom told me it was time to do a few more things and she said she wanted to feel me inside of her. I was a little nervous but she guided my hard cock to her hole and it was the best feeling ever! I was now fucking my first woman and yes, it was my own mother but I didn't. I told her I was glad I lived in the county where there were lots of trees. I asked, ‘Have you ever notice the small number of trees in this city except for Central Park? I could never live here. Visit yes, shop yes, eat yes, see the shows yes, but live here, no way!’ She smiled again and I wrote down the phone number of the hotel down on the back of my business card so she would have it. I handed it to her. I said, ‘Ask for the Fifty Avenue suite. Then ask for me, if I don’t answer the phone..