Jenkins from down the street was fucking her hard and fast from behind. Her long flabby tits were swinging all over the place as she hung on for dear ...ife. If she wasn’t careful she could give herself a black eye. Mr. Jenkins was older and fatter than my father was and his cock was smaller too. Then it dawned on me that his cock was in Mom’s ass. That bastard was butt-fucking my mother…and she loved it. I stood there for a good five minutes watching them fuck.Mom had always loved her big king. . you looked hot! Your skirt was so short and your top so low you were just begging to be raped...and we decided we were going to do it to you. We followed you out of the club; you got in a cab, we got in our car. We followed you across town to the suburbs and a nice little house. Nice, but nothing special...no security alarms signs at least. We watched you pay the cabbie and stroll up your front walk. We watched you fumble for your key and then open the door. We got out of the car and. And keep itshort." I wish I had a boat."Of course, it was a material wish. Should have known. I took a moment andprobed his mind for his inner wish. Ahh yes. He fancied a secretary. Onethat liked the ocean. He really wished to get into her panties. I made mynickname proud and told him: "Your wish is denied."Sure enough, he started to argue. Not that it helped him. It only got memore annoyed. In the end, he walked away. No tip from this one. Though Iwasn't sure I wanted money from such a slimy. Using one of his hands to hold both of my wrists in place, he grips his erection with the other and begins stroking it against my still-soaking pussy. I moan. He guides the head to my entrance and returns his hands to where mine are, intertwining our fingers. He is looking down into my eyes as I feel him straining against me. I feel the tip of his cock slip inside me. He pauses for a moment to kiss me, then watches my reaction as he pushes the rest of his length into my body. I gasp as I feel.