I slowly straighten up, my back still to him. I run my fingers through my hair, and then shake my head from side to side so that it brushes my narrow,...high ass. I unhook my bra and still holding it to me, free one arm at a time as I slowly turn to face him. Still self-conscious about the excess weight and fading stretch marks crisscrossing my belly, I suck it in and with eyes focused squarely at the top of his head, saunter over to his chair. I straddle him and let my breasts spill from my bra. I was supposed to get some good money from that article, but it just ‘went south’...”“We can take care of that tomorrow. I’m sure about that.”“You don’t understand, Greg. I’ve always had money. Always!”When I tried to remember back to our time together in the college, I believed that it was the case. She had never had to worry about the money. She didn’t even have to think about it. But even if money had always been available, she had never really squandered it while we were together. Well, at. Mother fitted my cock head to her cunt hole and told me “rahul my son, push into my cunt”. I eagerly pushed and my entire cock was easily engulfed by my Mother’s cunt.I was in heaven. My cock buried deep inside my own Mother’s cunt, my birth place. All the fantasies which I had about my Mother rushed through my mind. At last I had fulfilled my deepest desire. I am fucking my own Mother. My rock hard cock moved in and out of my Mother’s wet cunt easily. She hugged me closely and kissed me. How could he be so calm about all this? Both of them expected him to be at least a little upset, but he was acting like their affair was no big deal. Rick swallowed his hamburger, drank some soda, and looked at them. ‘When I stopped at Dad’s place, I saw them,’ he said. ‘Them?’ Mary said. She looked at Matt, then back to Rick. ‘Who? Who did you see, honey?’ ‘Miss Conklin and Lisa Dutille, with Dad,’ he said. ‘Wait a minute…’ Mary said, trying desperately to understand what her son was talking.