.these feeling were ones that she liked. She took a deep breath and started to walk for the door, this was it she thought to herself, I was going to b...come that slut wife my husband and I always talk about. Her panties were so wet, and she knew this was what she wanted to go with her lover to be taken, to be worshiped...to be fucked...and just like her husband had texted she wanted to be taken hard.She got to the door to the building where her lover waited for her. They did not speak. He pushed. Malcolm," she said when the call finally went through. I should have done a little poking around and gotten her direct line just for fun; maybe next time. "So good of you to call; I was beginning to wonder. If you weren't so worried about people getting hurt, I would have sent someone over."We both knew she was stretching it there."Well, you can call back whoever you sent; I'm fine and she's not coming," I answered. "I'd still rather you hadn't, but at least now I don't have to worry about your. I was down on her for at-least 20-30 minutes during which she came thrice and I was never thirsty getting to drink her cum.Later I climbed on top of her spreading my legs across her breast and poking my fully erect Johnson on her mouth giving the indication that it’s your turn now to which she complied and groped at my cock like a hungry beast devouring it in an instant and releasing tons of pleasure surges in my body, The warm feel of her saliva, hot breath and her tongue swirling around my. Still pretending to be asleep, I moved my hand to my cock and moaned as if in a dream, “Mmmm…Mom…that feels so good…”Then Mom said, “Mal…are you awake?” When I didn’t answer, I heard her move to the bed then felt a hand grasping my hard dick. I was overwhelmed by thoughts and emotions: my own mother was grabbing my cock; she had just fucked and was ready for more…another young dick from her very own son!Despite all my instincts, I stayed still as she began sliding her hand up and down my shaft..