It was always okay especially whenever she wore a pair of thong panties or her G-string panties.Then one day mom wasn’t wearing any panties!She went...through her normal ritual as if she was wearing panties but she wasn’t. I in turn went through my normal responses only I got to see her beautiful shaved pussy, her moist slit, and even her tiny brown asshole when she turned around and bent over.Mom had never looked more beautiful to me. I had to rush up to my bedroom to beat off. There on my bed. Still hard, he pulled his sweat pants off, end of his big cock glistening with precum. I took mine off to and we lubed up. While standing he got behind me and got my arms back in a full nelson, then pulled me back feeling his hard cock in my ass crack. I put up a little struggle, but liked it. J asked who's the master? I said you are! He said that's right. And then I felt his hot cockhead against my abused asshole, he bent me over the bed and popped his searing cockhead into my asshole. I told. ? I grunted out thenext ten blows, each one leaving me gasping for air.??????????? "Ten," I said thankfulthat it was finally over, but Mistress Cyndy hadother thoughts.??????????? "Let's see," she said toMike, "you told him ten from each of us, but I'm having so much fun, Idon't want to stop.? You don't want to mestop having fun do you?" Cyndy said to me whilerubbing my burning ass with her hand.??????????? Yes, I wanted her to stop, but Iknew that answer wouldn't please her.?"Please, Mistress,. He could feel her body tense with anticipation.Slowly. For fucks sake, do it slowly, he willed himself.His hands grabbed her slender hips. The rooms was silent apart from their heavy, ragged breathing. He let his head graze against her lips. Immediately it was met with the most delightful slick wetness of her juices. This was torment. Emily’s hands found his and grasped his forearms.She felt tight but so wet and velvety at the same time.He stifled a moan. So this was what heaven feels.