She then reminded me about my interview thismorning, suggesting I wear something nice, but not too dressy. I kissedher my thanks and went back outside...to get showered, with her followingbehind me to the kitchen for breakfast.I showered and powdered myself before walking back upto the bedroom toget dressed. I heard a knock and answered, "I'm free," which I'd taken aliking to after a comedy show on TV I'd recently seen. In fact it was thepopular catch cry of most of my school mates when someone. It was as passionate as she had ever experienced. She could feel her power, her lust. She could also feel her cunt becoming incredibly saturated. If Debbie was turned on earlier, now she was an inferno.The kiss was over far too fast for Debbie’s pleasure. At no point in her past could she remember a kiss doing so much damage to her state of mind. Devastated by the sudden end, her mind raced with thoughts of inadequacies, wondering if her assailant had changed their mind, or was her return kiss. She wiggled erotically beneath him, her face turned to one side, resting on the floor as her son fucked her hard. He fucked into her asshole so hard, she felt herself scooting a fraction of an inch on the floor every time he fucked in."Oh, so good!" she sobbed, panting, her eyes closed. "So fucking good! Billy, you can fuck me in the ass all the time! Ohhh, baby, I love to feel your cock so hard up my asshole! Ooohhh, give it to me! Pound mother's hot ass! Pound the fucking shit out of my. I put my lips on one of the nipples and she staggered suddenly.“What are you doing?” “Why? Cannot I suck you as a son?”. I said and again sucked the nipple. Instantly it became hard and I put my finger on another nipple.She could not say anything but moaned helplessly. Her throat was choked. She tried to push me away but her resistance was feeble and I unbuttoned the rest of the gown and she was wearing a saya (a kind of undergown). With a simple pull the saya got loose and I slid it from under.