I lifted my face away from our kiss, looked at my mom’s face.Me: Amma! Amma!She opened her eyes, our eyes met for the first time. I could see her lu...t in her eyes. She wanted more. Her face was moving up and down with me still fucking her. The slapping noise my laps made against her hips echoed in the living room. I broke the silence and saidMe: Amma, I’m about cum! Can’t hold it in any longer!She answered really quickly.Mom: Just cum inside me, baby!I slowed my rhythm to take some control, and. "She nodded. "No problem. I'm not married or anything." She had tried living with a couple of men, boys really, little more than boys, wealthy ones, college boys,, but they couldn't take it, couldn't keep her satisfied in bed or pay her bills.She never bought anything cheap and seldom looked at a price tag. The angora sweater she had on cost more than $200 but she hadn't paid for it. She had been the part-time mistress of a very wealthy man for several months, but decided his odd tastes in sex. " "Alright." I got up and walked to the restroom. I opened the door and closed and locked it behind me. I took a piss then washed my hands. I went and unlocked the door. As I opened it I saw Abby standing there. She turned and pushed me back into the restroom and closed, plus locked the door behind her. Then she turned and kissed me. A long passionate kiss. Once broken she started to take off my shirt. "What are you doing?" I asked, confused by everything that was going on. "I'm about to have. I’m still hobbling a bit. But another couple of days and I shall be ready to resume training for the Olympic Games.’ ‘Really?’ Zara laughed. ‘Well … perhaps not. But I would like to take you out for a little bit of supper. To say thank you.’ ‘Oh, you don’t have to do that,’ I told her. ‘I know. But I want to. And you clearly don’t understand that I’m used to getting what I want.’ And then she laughed again. We agreed to get together on the following Wednesday evening. Zara said that she would.