She silently begs me for help.Then... “Noooooo!” She wails as Clayton shoves forward. His big black cock impaling my beautiful mother’s wet cunt... Fucking her.My bully is fucking my mom.She grunts with each thrust. Her eyes clenched shut now, as he slaps her big ass in time with his pounding. Her ample flesh rippling. Her big tits flopping together.I can feel my sissy dick straining against my panties as I watch.Time passes so slowly as he fucks my mom. Her ass turning red from his constant. Her mum worked in the factory and was again tall but with a bit more weight and was a real Italian beauty, with strong firm breasts, I would say 36 D but c***dbirth had not allowed them to be as pert as her daughters having had to bear the weight of the milk, gravity had taken its toll, the owners of the factories abroad had the habit of having complete faith in me and would very often throw me the keys to a car or van to transport myself to and from my hotel daily, I was accustomed to driving. Trombley was a dreamboat, that's what the other kids in my class said after he'd given a recital at our school. He was somewhere in his thirties, I guess--tall with bushy brown hair and a soft voice and big hands. Supposedly he was mildly famous for something--second or third prize at some not quite important music festival, but now he only gave lessons, and mostly he only took older kids. His wife was much younger, a former student, probably, and that summer she was off giving concerts in. He then pulled out his phone and showed me a picture of his huge black snake. I thought Mark’s was big, but this was, thicker and bigger. It made me wet instantly and I wanted to sample my first black dick. Before I left I exchanged numbers with Andrew expecting him not to text me, but just 3 hours later, he texted me asking if I wanted to go around to his crib as he called it lol to maybe have some fun, I was so happy to get the text so I immediately texted my son to say I was working over and.