” Kieron frowns and squints, reading what he can through the shadows and haze. The harsh sounds of heavy breaths and groaning sighs fill in the gaps...in his mind. He focuses on the woman and recognizes the silky voice, the flowing, dark, raven hair and the sultry, voluptuous body. “Fill me with your spirit, baby,” Alannah beckons. She arches backwards, hands clasped behind his neck, her buxom bosom fully on display. It's Kieron's turn to mouth, “Oh shit.” He feels a poke at his side and he looks. Here is where the story begins. My trophy wife is named Karen. I’m a thirty years her senior. She 24yo and has a smoking hot body. Hey, that’s why I married here. I knew she was after my money, but I figured that I would be getting that body to myself for the rest of my life. I mean she a real looker. Long red hair, alabaster skin, freckles that make you want to connect the dots, if you know what I mean. Anyway, she’s got some lovely breasts, a nice handful. They’re topped with the most perky. ” my mom said.“Wow! Thank you, that’s so thoughtful.” I said. I was happy about the gift. But I was more sad than blissful. My brother lingered in my mind, and how he received nothing from this side of the family. I felt terrible and spoiled as I put the card into the pocket of my skinny jeans.My mom spoke, “I was thinking if you wanted to spend a couple days here, we could go shopping together.” I was immediately concerned for my own safety. I knew the guy that my mom remarried lived in this. With each contraction there was another load ejaculated from her pussy into my face. We both collapsed, into a heap on the floor, both totally exhausted and, I think, just a little embarrassed by how far we had gone and what we had done to each other. We eventually got ourselves cleaned up and drank coffee and chatted, and shared our most intimate thoughts and fantasies with each other. I felt so good to talk to someone, so openly knowing I could be more honest than I had ever been in my life..