I wasn’t a virgin, but making love to my mom was something totally outta the world. After a few more minutes, I feel on her again, hugging her back ...houlders with my lips on her neck and shoulders I keep raising and lowering my lower body all the while fucking my mom, the woman I love the most. Both of us were in Cloud 9 and with no intention of stopping. She never stopped moaning and neither I was in any mood to stop. As I thruster I found her pelvic muscles contract and knowing what it meant. Her legs were being held back at the ankles at an almost right angle allowing me deep penetration, and I was pounding away when I heard a twig snap close by. I stopped, worried, and sat back, pulling out of her pussy and sitting on my haunches, looking up. Then I saw him, a jogger. My then wife appeared to freeze, and didn’t move. He proceeded to inform us that there were some guys a little way down with a camera and thought he’d better warn us.It was then I realised that the pussy in front of. And there was one pair of eyes that always watched her."Very well. Go fetch our favorite voyeur. And don't forget what you are."Stacie barked again and crawled over to the door on her hands and knees. Then she began to pad at the wood. Whimpering, she turned to her master, who had started chuckling at her play. "One exception, then," he said, and she opened the door with her unnaturally opposable thumbs.Their visitor was always in the same place, sleeping on a bed in the den. When he heard her. " She asked, as her thighs parted and a clear view of the young girls clearly wet clit came into view. "Very nice Sam, very nice." He resumed the spanking with an aggressive speed and firmness. Smack, smack, smack, smack - the spanks kept coming and coming. The young girl did not seem to mind at all. Her legs remained open and Mr. Martin could clearly see the increasing wetness of her smooth young pussy. As the spanking got harder, Samantha began to roll back and forth on Mr. Martins legs, in.