His wife yanked his arm and almost made him trip as she hurried him away. I heard my mother choke on her drink, cough, and laugh.“Oh my god, James, ...id you see that?”“Yes, I did, Mom. See, I told you that you would be a hit.”My mother seemed to relax a little after that. She uncurled her legs, and her arms and hands were not trying to conceal her charms. More men smiled as they walked by, carrying drinks to their partners and wives. Even a couple of teenage boys openly stared until mom caught. I placed my cock at her pussy entrance, paused and then pushed it inside her pussy. She moaned loudly. I fucked her slowly at first but with long and deep strokes.Then I increased the pace gradually and here I was, fucking her like a sex starved young male. She was moaning with every stroke and it sounded really hot. I fucked her and fucked her and kept on fucking her. We didn’t care about anything just us and our hungry love making. Then she said she’s coming and I didn’t knew whether it was. The movie ended and we stood to leave. I ran my hand lightly over her bum to check if some wetness had seeped through. 'I'm wearing nylon,' she winked. 'I always do when I don't wear panties.' 'You're a hypocrite,' I said in mock shock. 'Come on, I do have needs, you know.' We had hardly let ourselves in through my door than she was all over me. We kissed, her soft hand fondling me through my denims. I was beginning to ache from the pressure of my penis against my shorts. She freed me and. She whipped off her wig and shook out a mane of wavy shoulder-length red hair. Without inhibition, she dropped her black slacks, revealing a cute pair of black boy shorts, and then tore at her sweater, shirt, and tie until she was down to three or four winds of beige Ace bandage around her chest. By this time, Chelsea had a tumbler of pink liquid in her hand, which she sipped as she enjoyed the show. “Oh, my fucking god, get this off of me!” Janet exclaimed with melodramatic urgency. Linda.