.can I like come in." said the low voice outside my door. "Umm. . . .I'm not sure if thats a good idea Teagan". I replied, which was a total lie. I mu...t admit, I was still uncertain of everything that had happened between us, and then hours before I'm speaking with her mother, and thanking her as shes dropping her ** year old daughter off in front of my house.Ignoring what I told her, she just decided to open the door and walk right in my bedroom." Omg your bed is soo big! There's like plenty. My mom started to massage her own tits, and as she did so, I again noticed the wedding ring she still wore on her finger. The woman I was fucking was not only my mother but also a married woman. She wasn't a single mother, or a divorced mother. I knew that fucking her was wrong on so many levels. But when your mom is as hot as this, and teases you with her slutty outfits like she does, fucking her is in my mind absolutely the right thing to do. Damn it, she has a pussy; I have a dick...it's as. She made a few slurping sounds and his cock contracted in her mouth. It really was in the head, sex, thought John as she softly moaned, quickening her momentum doubtlessly in the expectation he was going to ejaculate again. The second orgasm was exquisitely painful, like his banjo string had been pulled. She ingested her second load of semen off him, spluttering as she did.“Sorry for gagging there was a lot of saliva,” she said, deflating John’s ego, who thought her struggle was down to him. I felt the frustration leaving my mind as I gazed around the familiar trail and the trees which surrounded it, the green colors jumping out at me while lit by the sunlight. I breathed in deeply and smelled the scent of summer fill me and set me at peace, and then I saw her running ahead of me. I first noticed she was a bit shorter than myself, which is something I am not used to as I am only five foot three. She was dressed in tight-fitting clothes which some joggers wear, but which I myself.