It hurt. It hurt to have four fingers in her, four fingers that fucked mom with brutal, joyful carelessness. Mom cried and squirmed and did what she...could to alleviate the pain, to get away from those fingers that explored her most intimate region with joyful lack of mercy or compassion. I had Mom where I wanted her. I did what I wanted to mom. As I penetrated her, brutally. Mom screamed loudly. I just impaled her with my hard, hot penis, slammed it all the way in. And then just continued. ”“Awwww,” said Bobby. “Wasn’t two enough for Chester?”“That’s what I’m talking about, Bobby Dalton!” she yipped into the phone. “Every time I talk to you I, think about having more children. I have my hands full as it is, thank you very much. The last thing I need is another baby. Why do you think I’ve been avoiding you for the last six months?”“I just thought you were tired of me,” said Bobby, trying to sound sincere.“Well you just keep your hands off of me at the party too. And don’t listen. A sweet smile.“Better than daddies dick?”“Mmmm, Hmm,” a moaning smile through lip lock.I wondered what his looked like, likely dark, he was a dark man, and probably a pink head giving way to a tanned tainted flesh upon the girth, no telling of his size.“OOOOO” intensely intent indicated coming on full strongI began to rotor within her, grasping the pussy walls with my pink fingertip.A hand on her breast, squeezing and another moving to her clit parting her forest hair.I rubbed like a winding. That included hers, too, any extra came out of my pocket. She ordered a salad, which surprised me a little. I had a big steak and all the trimmings. I happened to mention my nemesis, Tom Harmon from Harmon Industries, and how he always used some bimbo to attractthe buyers. She laughed at that, it was almost like a melody. For an instant there she was very attractive, I really was enjoying her company. Henrietta was not my type of woman at all, not by a long shot. But I also knew I was.