She reminded me of a Rubens model with her thick legs and dimpled derriere.I watched in stunned amazement as mom’s oval face screwed into a pout. Te...rs ran down her cheeks. Her face turned bright red. She clenched her fists and began pumping her arms and jumping up and down, her large breasts bouncing disturbingly.“John promised me. He promised me you would take care of me. You don’t love me.” My 50-year-old mother, the hardnosed flinty eyed businesswoman, was throwing a tantrum.As I watched. "Don't hurt me, please," she gulped and moved toward him and sidled around him togo through the door.He could see the twin globes of her ass through her silk panties and he wanted tocaress them, wanted to tear at the sheath of material to get at them in his lust forher."You won't hurt me, will you?" she whimpered all the way back to the bedroom. Shehurried because she imagined she felt his hot breath on the back of her neck and itwouldn't be beyond him to push her to the floor to perform some. ." and broke out laughing, "History, my dear, is fascinating. Although mine has been painful and painfully misrepresented, we do get on. The war in London is my history. Churchill, Winnie, you know ... used to pinch my cheek and tell me how pretty I was ... and then had the nerve to tell me my choice for a husband was unacceptable. I say, is there anything to drink?"Over libations, she settled into the leather couch and patted the seat, "Come tell me the story of this yacht turned. If you want to see it, I will do it. I leaned over and kissed her and said “If you had him in your mouth and me in your cunt, I know I would fill your cunt so hard!” Becky smiled and said “Kelly asked if I wanted to fuck him, but I wanted you instead. And when she asked if I wanted him to fuck my ass, there is no way I could do that. If I let anyone fuck my ass, it would be you. But I have to work up the nerve for that.” I said “Have you worked up the nerve yet?” and we both.