He rubs the head of his cock against your asshole and then begins to push. Your little pucker ring begins to stretch as he pushes against it, slowly o...ening to allow the head of his cock to enter. You bury your face in a pillow to muffle your moans as he slowly pushes fully inside. Fully buried in your ass, he breaths, “Fuck your little asshole is tight, girl.” The discomfort subsiding for you, you begin to wiggle your ass against his cock. Sweat is standing on his forehead as he begins to. I watched as Mom put her creamy fingers into the half-full cup, swirling them around, then drink the coffee.“One less thing to buy at the store,” she gingerly quipped. *The evening before the prom, Jacquelyn combined all of her business savvy, motherly instincts and Italian flair for settling scores, and worked over the specifics for the dance. She and Ed were at the table talking.“What’s my name?” she asked, sounding like a battlefield general prepping the troops for a major campaign.“Lynda.”. A full-bodied older woman who wasn't getting her share of prick; a married woman old as his mom, or older; Jerry felt the strong and eager lifting of his cock beneath his robe. His mother had been right all along; no matter how much he loved her, he could crave another pussy, too. He wondered if Mrs. Carter would fuck differently, if she would shake her round ass more wildly.Wetting her lips with a trembling tongue, she whispered, "Not often; just once in awhile."Jerry moved closer and touched. I almost expected her to bite it. “Jou wan’ change?” Knowing that the 50 was twice what the bill would have been, I declined. “No Wilma, consider it a tip.”“Ja ja, big spender.” she turned and walked back to the counter.Olivet sat and stared at me, waiting for me to start. I smiled and went back to eating. “You sure you won’t have a bite. It’s not the greatest but satisfactory.”“What do you want? You’re paying for the beer and about five more minutes of my time, and then I’m jetting, so speak.