Joe's powerful hands had laid claim to her around the waist, while his huge, rigid wedge of flesh was opening up her ass at every thrust. She had drif...ed off that night on a romantic daydream and ended up wide awake and naked on all fours, being fucked like a dog. And it was hot. The word was Pammie's, not hers, but incredibly it described how she felt. Being screwed wantonly, obscenely, on Joe's bed was hotter than she could ever have believed.She was at his mercy, and he himself was in thrall. I looked at her and my passion for her began to take over. I reached my hand over and started to caress her leg as well. I then leaned in and started to kiss her. My tongue framed her mouth by moving around her lips, before plunging in and playing with her tongue. She flipped her tongue up and down and teased the tip of mine while our lips massaged. While kissing I moved my hang up her leg. She was wearing tight bloomers that gave me easy access. I took my index finger and moved it up inside. Max thought to himself, 'I'm sure mom wasn't this tall, and busty.' Shaking his head all flustered, "Okay mom!" wondering if something was up, knowing she never left the house unless groceries was needed. Max watched as she walks away, the bouncing of her ass and the width of her hips, forcing a feeling of awe to overcome him.The front door slams, Max knocks back into reality, stuttering as he gets suspicious of something. He ponders for a bit, walking into his mothers room, hesitantly looking. So call me names. I deserve it. My family is so pissed they won’t talk to me, and all my old friends think I’m nuts, leaving a good-looking guy like Stu for a big sloppy cook like Randy. Maybe I am crazy, but sex with Stu was like eating a dirt sandwich, and him being the only man I’d ever slept with, I never even knew what I was missing. Randy came along with that Pakistani Dust stuff he put in my drink one evening before he commenced fucking me like an animal all night. After I’d had a taste.