There is so much she had wanted to do with her life, " Fuck me, John!" She pleaded between sobs, no longer caring. In an instant, her entire being is ...onsumed by what is without question the most powerful climax of her life. No longer is she silent: she screams, loud and long, wailing and sobbing without shame, her body basking in the ultimate feminine pleasure yet pleading for more like a the longtime addict. I knew no one would care about hearing me, I roared with each forceful thrust into. Then I looked over her stomach and down to the dark patch between her legs, I could see a few dark hairs sticking out of her panties. My cock was now rock hard and I was not sure what to do about it. Mom kept talking and I figured that I needed to pay attention or she might figure out I was checking her out. It was hard for me to stay focused, I mean my mom was not a beauty queen but she was not ugly. She got up to go pee, I watched her ass as she walked into the bathroom. Mom was completely. The butterflies continued theirfrenzied fluttering, the breeze through the blinds quickened momentarilymaking their buzzing particularly strident. The younger man complied andmaneuvered himself onto the bed and lay across the pillows, completelyconscious of how prominent his ass must be. He felt the paddle being takenoff the bed beside him and then 5 sharp THWACKs, alternated between thefull, rounded cheeks of his ass. The briefs protected him from some of thesharpness, but his ass stung. The producer sent me to his "consultant". Chris was a retired porn actor who occasionally directed, and sometimes coached newcomers like myself. I got Chris's number, and set up an interview that evening at his home.And it was one of those pricey places you see in fancy magazines, or used in movies that weren't porn. I thought to myself as I parked, "This is the kind of house I want, and I'll fuck anyone to get it."Chris was a big guy, at least standing before me. 6'2 or 6'3, 240 pounds, in.