She looked taught and fit. Her breasts were as wonderful as I expected them to be after all the money spent on them. Her belly was toned and tanned an... her hips were a sight to behold. Her short legs were shapely and glistening with sweat.Her pussy was neatly tended to. She had a small patch of pubic hair but it looked well maintained.She put the headrest of the lounger down so it was just a flat surface. Paul lay down on it on his back. When he was comfortable my Mom straddled him. She sat. Life as a high-priced call girl beat being married to a redneck asshole whose idea of a good time was drinking beer down at the local honky-tonk. She sat down at her computer and booted up. She liked to cruise the erotica sites. Sometimes she got some really good ideas from the fantastical stories posted by the amateur authors. Today, on one of the forums, one of the frequent posters was talking about a national writing contest. The goal was to write a 50,000-word novel in a month. It sounded. I turned to the serving hatch, placed my arms and head through to get some more dirty dishes from Harry. As I did, Harry’s boss resumed his bottom rubbing. Harry was standing in front of me; he had witnessed the whole thing. As we made eye contact I simply shrugged my shoulders and made a facial expression of shocked puzzlement, as did Harry.A voice from behind me said, “You have such a beautiful little bottom, Harry is a very lucky man.” I now had both his hands on my bottom. I was looking at. It was a face fuck. Fast and rough. The only silver lining for Lisa was that it didn’t last long. Steven was soon cuming, leaving Lisa gaging and spitting as slimy strands of cum trailed from her mouth.Steven handed her a wet towel. “Here. Clean up your mess.”Lisa wiped her face off as Steven put his pants back on. “You and your son will be going back up to the bedroom soon. Don’t think about telling your son what’s going on. Things will not end well. We have cameras set up in your room so we.