" I say with a throaty chuckle. Moving behind her I hitch the skirt up onto her hips and push her blouse up to expose her back, stroking my hand down ...he spine as I slap and clasp her buttock. Slowly I caress her legs from bottom to top enjoying the sensation of the fine material under my fingertips and the breathy noises she emits as I do so. Gently exploring the bare flesh when the stocking tops are reached. I pour some wine between the cleavage of her bottom, catch it with my tongue as it. Standing firm in it’s last days against the invasion of the Starbucks next to it. Sadly, it’s days were already numbered when I found it. I didn’t know that then though the lady behind the counter probably did. Still she had a smile for me and listened to me try and describe what I had heard. My lack of attention didn’t help her but she at last got what I was trying to describe. She played something for me. It sounded close. Then with a grin she pulled a green Rubbermaid from under a table. The. I was now fucking her like a wild beast, grunting and snorting. Trying my best not to cum, but I was about to anyway. Mom actually said to me between her heavy breathing, "Come on honey. Cum inside momma. Let it out. Yes baby. Fuck me." I was so far gone now I didn't even realize I was saying it, but I said, "Yes, momma. I'm about to fill you up. I hope you took your pill today." That brought my mom back to reality quickly. She instantly realized that she had been off her birth. You know, I’d like you to cream over my face. Yeah. It’s my cream. You can pipe your hot load over my shapely ass next time, fucking drench my leotard. I’ve got a taxi home many a night with a big damp spot still on my tights, leaking through to my tight knickers. In fact after one encounter with three burly guys my tights were so drenched in their cum that I had to take them off and ring them out before I went home. You know you’d still prefer me over your other half even if they wore the same.