So there they were, standing face to face in the dining room as she reached over and put her hand on his stiff rod poking against the zipper of his su...mer shorts. With quiet anticipation, she loosened them and slipped her hand down inside his boxers. "Naya, don't," he said, reluctantly, but his guilt dissipated when he felt her soft hand stroke the sensitive skin of his erect penis. Cupping his balls, she massaged them, working her way up his stiff shaft. Giving it a gentle squeeze, he could. Slowly he moved towards me, mumbling something about a hammer. Next time I look up he stood in front of me, watching my tits, looking down I’m surprised to see how huge this old guys cock is, it’s in his hand and he’s rubbing slowly.I stop running, haven’t seen a cock so big in a few years. Amazed I walk over to him. Instinctively I drop to my knees and lean forward. I grab the base of his huge cock a lick the entire shaft, focusing on the tip.I gag as I ram him deep down my throat, I hear him. .AAAAHhhhhhhh...Yesssssss". Mom was screaming so loud I started to kiss her to keep the neighbors from hearing while her hips jerked up onto Greg and I. We kept fucking her right through her orgasm and our pubic hair was matted with her juices leaking out of her. We were buidling up more speed and I felt Gregs' cock expand inside her and I knew he was about to cum, Mom felt it too and told us "Yes, I can feel it...cum inside me...shoot your cum in my pussy...both of you...fill me up...fill. Her hair ruffled up and missy, her make-up running two black lines down her soggy face. She sobbed freely as she knew Agatha couldn’t hear her. Had she always been this weak and pathetic, or was Agatha just too strong of a woman to oppose. If Agatha had managed to stomp on her head this easily, then maybe her head deserved to be stomped on, maybe it belonged under there. She’d chosen to fight this fight. She refused to bend, and maybe Agatha saw that and didn’t like it, and so decided to break.