While she pleaded “Please don't fuck me like this I'm your mother, it's not right.”I could tell through her voice she wasn't actually begged me to...stop fucking her. She was at this moment just going through the motions as she guilty enjoying the pleasure she was receiving as her second orgasm ripped through her body more intense than the first. I felt her vice, like grip of her pussy grip onto my cock again.Her body was shaking with wave after wave of intense pleasure smashed into her body. My. Gram started out telling me from now on call her Em as grandma was just too stuffy.Her name was Emily.Ok I will from now on grandma.I mean Em we laughed. Mom just said you can keep calling me Mom I dont mind.Em began so Donny your Mom tells me your curious about sex and things.She tells me you have a craving for watching us ladies use the pot and such is that right? Yes Em I blushed crimson red.Have you been peeking already? she asked. Well no not peeking just sniffing mainly your and moms. "No, thank you," said a quiet man wedged in the back of the booth. He hadn't talked much all night, seemingly embarrassed by the spectacle. I felt bad for him. "We were just getting set to leave," he added."Nonsense!" shouted the boss, his fingers already tugging my panties aside and tickling across my labia. "More tequila!" He demanded, as I tried, unsuccessfully to bat his hand away.The bartender heard him shout his order, and just shook her head "No" from across the room."Um, we're out of. "Eat shit bitch. He's mine," I said.I walked past them with shocked looks on both their faces to repair mymake-up in the mirror.Becky Allison was the head cheerleader in high school when I was inschool. Every guy had wanted to date her including me; she wasconsidered the hottest girl in school.Lisa Carpenter was her best friend and had been on the cheerleadingsquad with Becky. Lisa was hot in her own right; neither girl hadproblems finding dates in school.Now I find myself competing against.