“Fuck me son, fuck me now” My cock slipped straight in and my mother moaned and grunted like no other time before“You came thinking about Lucy, ...idn’t you,” I said“Yes, just fuck me, will you”My cock was ready to burst half an hour ago but I hold back, I pushed the swing and my mother as far off my cock as I could before letting her crash back in to me, pulling her harder in to me as we get faster. Her tits were wobbling and bouncing about , her fanny was as noisy as I have heard it, loud wet. He sounds like he is from New York and he looks Italian. Although he doesn't completely stop fucking you, Dave slows down as he greets this other man."Oh hey, Frank. Ms. Scott meet my good friend from the Bronx, Frank Moretti. We call him "Big Italy". Show her why we call you "Big Italy". With that the nice-looking Italian man removes his tee-shirt and then pulls off his cut off jeans he was wearing. Your eyes bulge out and you blurt out "Oh my God!" as you see the other man's already hard cock. ’ ‘Goodbye. Feel better.’ * * * * * The next morning, Tracy sat at her desk in stunned silence. She shook her head in disbelief, called Beth, got her answering machine, and had to resort to a text saying ‘Call me as soon as you can!’ She sat immobile behind the counter at Petals and didn’t even bother checking her email or her phone, just stared straight ahead waiting for Beth. She remained frozen, not really sure how much time passed, but then Beth showed up on a video call. ‘What’s going. We talked about what we wanted to do with each other and after a while, he gave me his address and told me to come over.I drove to his house and found myself very nervous before I entered. I'd asked him to unlock the door so I could walk into his house and get comfortable on the couch before seeing him.I entered his dark apartment, stood there for a few mins looking around his home and having my last second thoughts about leaving. I shut the door behind me and immediately felt as though I.