’ ‘Oh,’ Jason murmured. He looked between the lovely globes on her chest, saw the clasp, and reached for it. He was surprised how easily it open...d, given how much his hands were trembling. Once the clasp was undone, the cups of Karen’s bra remained clinging to her heaving breasts for a moment, then the bra began to slowly peel away from them. It wafted downward, forming a lacy white puddle at her feet. Freed of their restraint, her breasts sagged ever so slightly. Jason noticed that she was. Soon Jerome quickened his pace and began fucking Melinda's mommy-cunt like a crazed a****l. My white, suburban wife began to pant and then groan loudly and then scream out filhy things I had never come out of her mouth. She went from stroking my balls to locking them in a vise-grip as she cried out, "Fuck me you big nigger. Fuck my tight white pussy. I've been dying for this... put your nigger baby in me. My husband's a pussy. Put a nigger baby in my belly!!!" It was only then that I. Grabbing up a steak knife off the table, he came at me again. So I grabbed my chair and as he lunged, I caught his knife arm in the chair's legs and spindles and twisted it trapping his arm and bending it back at the elbow. He screamed and I rolled to one side, sending him crashing into a table and knocking it over. But he was so liquored up it didn't register with him to stop the fight. He came at me a third time and this time, moving to his injured side, I gave him a good hard shove into the. "It must have been Peter.", said Susan, "Mr Jackson was out. I know, I saw him leave and the only other person in the house was your son."Mom just looked Susan straight in the eye and said nothing. Susan stared back. You could almost hear her mind ticking over! The possibilities suddenly dawned on her."If it wasn't Peter and it can't have been Mr Jackson then it could only have been your... ", Susan broke off in mid sentence. "Your son!", she continued, "my god it was your son wasn't it!?".Mom.