Every morning, I would get up, go to work, and then drive home, sweaty, dirty, and in need of a shower. My mother and father had separated. I was the ...nly boy, actually a young man at the time, 19 and a college athlete. My mom was a very attractive woman, tall, striking and very well built. I had stolen looks at her when she was dressing, and I had often masturbated, thinking about her. I always felt guilty after, but that was likely the result of Catholic school upbringing.I walked in the. Her pussy was so sensitive that she was about to cum for the next time.Mom: Cum with me, Shahid!Shahid: OH… yeah! Where do you want me to cum, Ammi?Mom: In my pussy! Baby…And with the last few thrust, their bodies in perfect synchrony, she cummed. She gave his cock one hard push, shooting his cum inside her pussy. Tired, he lay on the bed beside her.Mom: Oh, you’ve become so rough, baby!Shahid: Do you like it?Mom: I love it! Oh god, I am so tired to even walk, and there’s work to do.Shahid. My head was starting to spin a little.Maddeningly, he walked off and picked up the camera and a light and started taking photos again. But only a few, because there wasn’t much I could do, in the way of posing. I just tried to look haughty and smouldering and statuesque. He walked over and untied the ropes around my neck and shoulders. I thought, OK, finally, here it comes. He pulled me over to the corner of the darkroom and looped the rope up over and around the corner post where it met the. However after a few minutes, she was too uncomfortable to stay in the tent much longer. She unzipped the door, and checked to see if anyone was up and about. She then put her tennis shoes on and stepped outside.She walked over to her duffle bag, which still lay un-dealt with in the careless heap of bags that had been thrown ashore last night, and grabbed her towel. She then walked up the path to the little pond, still wearing nothing but her tennis shoes.Jessica was the next camper to stir. She.