I stepped out of it, as nude as the day I was born.My dress cast aside, he stretched my body out on the cool grass. I shivered but the heat of my pass...on overcame my body, and my doubts. He threw aside his clothing and fell on top of me.I gasped as I felt his manhood press against me. He caught my wrists in an unbreakable grip and pinned me under him. He bent his head and caught one of my breasts in his mouth. At first he was gentle, running his tongue over the stiffening nipple, urging it to. "Get on your knees" he growled, as soon as my breathing returned to normal. There was a notable change in his demeanour. He'd let me have my pleasure, now he wanted his. I got on my hands and knees, the hard wood of the bench painful for my knees. Suddenly I felt a chill in the air. Slap! my cold ass stung with his slap. Tears welled in my eyes as he rubbed at my sore bum cheek. But my pussy gave away how I really felt, still dripping in anticipation. He teased me with the tip of his cock,. I'd never know where his hands and lips had been and I'd never know what position he had my beautiful wife in as he unloaded his big balls inside her.It didn't last long to be honest and I can understand why.He let out some load angry groans and then there was a period of silence.I went downstairs and sat in front of the TV.He came down in his underwear. Sweaty and still groaning to himself.He looked at me waiting for a reaction.I just nodded and he gave me a high five and told me I was a lucky. Yet I knew she was in heat herself - feeling the pleasure of having a man in her mouth, the expected anticipation of feeling his incestuous seed upon the skin of her face. If I wanted to get mother hot - I just shoved my dick into her mouth. A lady doesn't do that - she had told me often enough, along with a host of other things... like fornicating facing away from her partner, my personal favourite position.It was my hypothesis that mother got hot when she is forced to do things that a lady.