I started fucking my mom slowly in rhythm. She followed, she would push her hips to make my dick do even deeper. We were so good together. I would hav... wanted to take a picture.My mom was moaning my name louder and louder as I started going faster and faster. Since the bed was old, it was creaking as I pushed and I liked it. As I was about to cum, I stopped and changed positions.We were doing doggy style now. I was pushing myself deep and hard and was licking my mom’s asshole while she would. 500, which I think’s pretty respectable. Next question.”“How many times have you done it?” He took out a cigarette, flipped it back and forth a few times as if confused, then finally lit it.“Dude, watch it.”“Sorry. Um, how old were you when you first did it?” He started to cough.“Eighteen.”“Did you like it?” he asked, still coughing.“Not particularly. But he did, so don’t worry.”“Do… you… have a favorite position?”She laughed. “Let’s master algebra before we tackle logarithms. But generally. I must’ve shot half a cup of semen directly into her bunghole for the camera – at least enough for a few visible pulses of the cock-vein. After a few seconds of clear footage on her holes, I turned the camera off and put it in the exact position we found it in. We also left the dirty thong that she was wearing at the start of the video right on the counter near where we found the camera. Excited to see how he reacted to his gift, we went to bed and planned to see how he’d react when he checked. Farley, Jubal and I were stationed at each corner of the dock so we would have clear fields of fire when our target showed. Farley had slipped aboard the yacht and planted explosives to blow it out of the water in case there were too many in the party to take out with the silenced .40s we were carrying. We were in wetsuits and had state of the art encrypted ear plugs so we would be able to talk to each other. We had been dropped off of one of the French battle cruisers onto a waiting fishing.