Pehly to bahut dard hua. Dhery dhey pura lund miney apni choot mein daal leya. Phir upar niche karne lagi mujhe bahoot maza aa raha tha. Mien jor jor ...e karne lagi. Tabhi devar ne apni aakhe kholi aur bola “bhabhi ye kya kari hai aap. Pls ye aap ko shobha nahi deta bass kijiye.”Mein use boli “kuch nahi hota mein maza le rahi hoo tum bhi lelo.” Aur mein jor se karne lagi. Phir vo bhi control nahi kar paya aur usne bhi mujhe niche se jhtky lagana chalu kar deya. Tabhi vo bola “bhabi meinra pani. ”“So he knows we’re going to fuck?”“Yes, now go and wash your hands. I don’t want my tits and pussy stinking of oil or gasoline.”I hurried to the bathroom, washing away the dirt and smell. Mom leaned against the door, watching me. She took my hand, leading me to my old bedroom. “Try not to think of me as you mom but a very desirable woman who wants to please her man.”I took her in my arms, and hers went around my neck. We had several light kisses that grew longer and passion-driven. She moaned. As Stacy waits for her boat to line up, a slightly grungy dude in shorts, sneakers, black t-shirt and jean jacket with shoulder-length dirty blonde hair enters the waiting corridor for the ride. He has that sort-of grunge groupie, wannabe-a-rock-star look to him, and he and Stacy are the only ones there. The guy looks around and shrugs at Stacy: "Guess it's just you and me," he says with a chuckle. Stacy nods. "No family?" she replies and flashes a brief, polite smile...she's never been one for. . Oh, keep fucking me!" She took hold of her left leg and lifted it from the floor, starting to twist herself sideways. I took the message and placed my hand on her leg, freeing up her hand to be placed on the side of my neck so she could look into my eyes as I continued pounding her. "Oh you're such a naughty boy! Ooh, you're gonna make me cum!"Which of course I did, very shortly afterwards. And no sooner did her juices start dripping off my balls, then I pulled out of her with a jerk, ready.