The woman I was fucking was not only my mother but also a married woman. She wasn't a single mother, or a divorced mother. I knew that fucking her was...wrong on so many levels. But when your mom is as hot as this, and teases you with her slutty outfits like she does, fucking her is in my mind absolutely the right thing to do. Damn it, she has a pussy; I have a dick...it's as simple as that. And as I stroked her pussy with my pasty cock, I also admired how beautiful my mom's face is at age 54.. He contacted the owner immediately to set up a time to view and possibly pick it up.The owner sent him a time they both agreed upon and Jon put his on his calendar so he did not forget about it that weekend. He worked the week thinking about the couch and his desires for some companionship that seemed to be eluding him since he moved to the small town where he lives now. The town is quiet and nobody really seems to care what some single person living on a road at the end of town does or does. ‘Would you like to kiss me?’ She tasted of salt water and tobacco. There was a tang of the afternoon’s beer on her tongue as well. To me she tasted delicious. ‘I prefer a man with a mind,’ Ulla whispered to me when the kiss broke. ‘Someone like you, Englishman.’ Desire flared and my hands went behind her. I felt the muscles of her back and the knobbles of her spine as I traced my fingers down her body, pressing my sudden, urgent tumescence against Ulla’s stomach as I held her buttocks in my. While I was comparing hair shampoo, in a husky voice from my left, “buy the yellow one”. i turned to see to my left and she said again, buy the yellow one. I didnt know how to react and I smiled, she continued with her groceries buying. I was fortunately standing behind her on the payment counter. She was in green casual kurta, blue jeans, with a protruding ass covered in the kurta. Her hair till shoulders, her sleeves were almost sleeveless showing off the fleshy arms, and she turned back to.