“I love anal sex” she said. “My husband thought it was gross and would never do it”. “So do I” I replied. “Maybe we can do this a lot mo...e?” I continued. She looked into my eyes, hugged me, and said “Yes we can, my young stud” …”It has been a long time since I had sex and I have never had sex with someone who can keep it up like you can” she continued as I flexed my cock in her asshole. I was sure we were about to do more but then we heard my mom’s car pull into the driveway. We started. My fingers feel like they will be gliding into the softest silk.”, “Yes….please…oh yes….my dear….TAKE ME!” As she says the last part I drive my fingers inside of her. Searching around sliding in and out feeling her muscles tighten around my fingers. That drives me wild when I can feel a woman’s muscles around my fingers. I reach inside of her, curving my fingers ever so slightly. Rotating movement between the two I have in right now, she is so tight. I found the spot which can make a woman jump. I made her cup of tea, tears stinging my eyes as I struggled to keep myhands from shaking and I brought it to her with a chocolate biscuit inthe vain hope it would please her. She was on the laptop typingspeedily as I slipped in, the small tray in my hand.?Here?s your tea love."I said quietly, she glared at me saying, fucking sissy under herbreath.In a feeling of complete disgust at myself for what I had allowed himto do to me and what he had made me wear, I rushed upstairs andrummaged through. And that’s precisely what she did, one foot on the front of each shoulder with her weight leaning forward so that I was effectively (and painfully!) pinned down beneath her sandals.I couldn’t help but grimace as she leant even further forward to tenderly brush some stray hairs out of my eyes. On face value it actually probably seemed quite caring of her but as I was to find out she was way more sinister than that. What she was really doing was pressing even more of her weight down through my.