It was obvious that she had been drinking, but was only slightly tipsy. His mother had always dressed well. In fact, Jim could never recall seeing her...without every hair in place and flawlessly attired, whatever the occasion. Now, while she was still dressed nicely, there were several telltales little signs of disarray that only he would notice. The loose strand of hair, the unbuttoned button on her wrist, and the faint smudge of mascara below an eye were but a few of the inconsistencies he. Her hour had come, “Oh! for God’s sake, leave me, I will let you another day,—I will, — not now, — oh! if you knew I — oh! now!—oh! …”It was all but over, my fingers were feeling their way, my prick between them, every motion she made to help herself, helped me; I held her down with force until I felt my penis was on the notch, but as it touched the slippery sides of the red orifice, the first pang of pleasure came and my sperm spat on to it. With a furious thrust I plunged up her and threw my. ’ ‘Happier than I’d ever thought possible. This is more than I ever even hoped for. I can’t believe that all the times I jacked-off thinking about you and here I am, doing this. Oh, man.’ ‘Just nice and slow, like this, Joel, mmm, oh, mmm, UUH, UUH, MMM, mmm,’ and I felt like I was being slowly covered with a warm flow radiating out from my middle as my pussy contracted around my young lover’s cock in a lovely, soft orgasm. Right after, Joel shoved hard into me as I felt the throb of each spurt. "I was a little surprised at myself. I definitely wasn't a small woman at 38-30-36, but most certainly smaller than Jack. I couldn't believe I had actually used force on him and it worked. He was lying on the bed, with a complete look of shock. It was cute, having a grown man potentially at your complete mercy, and I wanted to eat him alive. The frustration, years of pent-up tension and sexual deprivation drove me crazy with lust and a certain controlled sexual rage.It did not take me long to.