You were majestic, compelling, your Eastern European accent exotic, alluring, elevating. Privileged we were, admittedly, your endless wealth spared us...both the need for daily toil, as the teeming masses below us were forced to do.No, we lived only for the fulfilment of our pleasures, which you shared with me equally, despite my humble origins. You spotted something in me that stirred a passion in your loins, matching the passion I had instantly formed for you, and you swept down from your lofty. "Mom!!! What the fuck was that???" I stammered, standing there holdingup my skirt and slip; my panties flooded with warm semen."Oh shut up Mike' we don't have time for this; where do you keep yourstockings and panties?" she asked, not the least bit interested inhaving this conversation.I pointed to my walk-in wardrobe where the secret panel had been removedand mom went over and rummaged around coming back with an unopenedpackage of taupe Voodoo 'Shine Naked' sheer to the waist, sheer. She spent most of the evening finger fucking, locked in her room and feverishly rubbing her wet pussy, all to thoughts of the joy she'd experienced with her son's huge prick. The next morning, Walter came to the breakfast table completely naked, with an enormous throbbing hard-on that was already leaking tasty looking cum juice. He made a valiant effort to fuck his mother again, squeezing and fondling her body as she served him breakfast, making her look at his magnificent cock. Again,. He quickly looked at Penelope hoping she was not too psychic to read his thoughts.Luke got a couple of youths to round up a pull wagon to tend to Amy's trunk and deliver it to the private apartment that he and Penelope shared in blissful harmony. The fact that it was over the jail meant it was the safest place in the rough and ready town. He followed the two chatting women down the boardwalk watching the sensuous movements of Amy's buttocks under her expensive gown. He was well familiar with.