Got beaten up for my trouble.”John took a breath and tried to quieten down. “Do you think we could discuss this inside instead of in this hallway?...��“I don’t think so. I’ve got company, so say what you’ve got to say and then go.”“Oh, so sorry to interrupt your time with your boyfriend. Didn’t take you long to forget all that guff you spouted at me about wanting me back and nothing would stand in your way, did it?”Carol bristled. “You sent me an email telling me to forget you, if you remember, and. The next day was very nice and warm for our 3 hour trip to there.I wore my new boots with a jean mini skirt and purple t-shirt and did my make up. Mom still at 65 had the body of 30 yr old woman and keep her self in shape. Well at 4:30 am she showed up at my house I drove my pick up truck up to there.On way there mom said don't we look cute both in mini skirts and make-up.She said she been wanting to do this before the snakes got bad and it was to hot. I said yea it would feel good haveing air. Shit, her pussy was tight! Like a virgin, but she knew how to move like no virgin could, believe me. Her secretions seeped from her pussy lips and rolled down the shaft, lubricating the way as she descended slowly. Her eyes were wide, her breathing was gaspy, punctuated by ooh's and ahh's of delight as more and more of my dick disappeared inside of her until my pubes meshed with her curls. "Fuck me, Uncle Don," she said and started climbing my oiled pole, then down. She was doing the fucking.. . well, there used to be a word for it, statuesque."Now she was really blushing. "Or just big boned," she said, a little caustically."Or just beautiful," I said. I could have gone on, had it been polite, to describe all the other things that attracted me-- large, high breasts which jutted out heroically; rounded bubble butt, a little broad and soft by model standards, breathtaking to me in tight jeans as she strolled back and forth through the restaurant that night, the click of her heels on.