Inside as he fucked me it was feeling good, but very intense. That huge head of his I could really feel in my rectum. There was no doubt how deep he...was. My asshole still hurt, but either I was getting used to the assault or it was getting numb. He then started to pick up the pace and I grunted loudly. He would push balls deep and out would come a grunt from me. Right as I was getting used to his fucking me with that big cock, he pulled out and told me to get on the bed. I dreaded. He had followed her to church that morning -- on foot -- after observing from a discreet distance her departure from the house. Her church was less than two blocks from her home, where, he now was certain, she lived alone. Well away from the church, he waited until, a little over an hour later, she emerged, spoke briefly to a few people, and walked home.At 2:30, he followed her when she left by car, drove to the center of the historic district, parked and entered a large, very old two-story. I started fucking her harder and harder. The speed at which my cock was going in and out of her wet pussy making squelching sounds. I kept pounding into her. I didn't want it to end. The earlier orgasms had taken a toll on me, and I was soon too tired to move anymore. I pulled out of her and lay down, when she got up and straddled my hips. She smiled down at me, "I prefer it this way she said" She grabbed my cock, lifted herself up, placed me at her wet hole, and impaled herself on me. She kept. It is peaceful, sunny, and warm. My mother has a white simple dress on. Since the path is narrow, I walk behind her. I cannot help but notice her beautiful legs. Her calves are shapely, like upside-down bowling pins. As she walks, her dress flaps; and her beautiful milk-white thighs flash before me. She has tied her long blond hair in a ponytail, which goes so beautifully with her round face and makes her look much younger. She sways her wide hips unintentionally and rolls her round, am-ple.