She was still my mother the rest of the time, and I respected her as such. But when she would come into my room, she was there for my cock, she was MY...SLUT.She had actually encouraged this. She told me to do what I wanted, and what felt good during my blow jobs. This could be grabbing her head, her tits or her ass; it could be pulling her hair or pulling her shirt off; it could even be saying dirty stuff, although I had once slipped and said “Fuck that feels good” and she got mad, so bad words. "Easy", she whispered into my ear, "Nothing's been in there for four years".Pressing gently with my cock, Nina raised herself onto her hands, her face a picture of concentration. Biting her lip, she pushed downwards. Maybe an inch found it's way in.Fuck was she tight! The last time I fucked a pussy this tight, it was a little blonde Intelligence Corps analyst, by moonlight, on the beach of a little secluded cove called Dreamer's Bay on RAF Akrotiri. She'd screamed like a stuck pig when I broke. In the tightest of angles, I managed to get a great view of the couple in the act.My dad was lying flat out on his back while Lisa squatted over his crotch, bouncing up and down. Immediately I was mesmerised by the motion of her tits as she rode her husband mercilessly. Her smooth body glistened with sweat and I watched as one drop glided down her breast, over her dark areola and onto the hard tip of her nipple. My hand began to absent-mindedly rub my aching cock and I continued to take in the. We went to the best pub called as pub world and we sat down downing the rich draft beer and this guy sham and his wife Anu were sitting and it was quite dull light, and I could feel her hands on my thighs under the table, she was knowingly caressing my thighs and I could feel my cock getting hard, anyway she was a good cock teaser and we split at 11 pm and I went home had a good shag and went to sleep. after that I met them couple of times and I knew she was the hot type, and on valentines day.