"Okay, you should be good now. Fuck me, and fuck me hard."I started pumping, still taking it slow, afraid of hurting her. I also knew I wasn't going t... last long. I couldn't figure out how I had lasted even this long."I said, fuck me HARD!" Amber's demand brought me back to reality, and taking her request, began thrusting as hard as I could. Sweat began to bead on my back, and we were both moaning and grunting like a pair of wild animals. My hands were on her hips to steady myself, and provide. I dried it off and I could not take my eyes off of it; I realized right then that I would miss this thing very much. I mean, out of all this crap, this and its rubber brother were the only good things to come out of this to make me feel good about myself. Well, to a point. I knew that by keeping one or both of them would cause me not to shrink back down to a size that Clark would feel good to me again. I turned off the light, put it in my nightstand and went to sleep.In the morning we got up as. I thought about her going back to her room in the family home – although she must have been in her thirties, the locals had neither the inclination nor the money to live independently, and she was still with her mother and sisters.The next morning I was there for my customary Saturday livener of corned beef hash and grits, and the place was quiet.“Did you find one?” I asked playfully when she brought my coffee.“What?” she said.“A man,” I explained.“Oh,” she said with a shrug. “Just a joke.” She. She then kissed me, smack on the lips, just like Aunt Bev did, but this time I was immediately receptive. This embrace was one of pure passion as we swallowed each other’s tongues.As the passion built and also from the sensation of my Mother’s cunt pulsating around the base of my cock, my dick started to respond again. Within a few minutes I was rock hard, slowly stroking my cock in and out of my Mother’s pussy.Mom wrapped her legs around me and I started to drive further into her, actually.