Not only was this my Mother, but this was the object of my most private fantasies ever since I can remember noticing the swellings beneath her t-shirt... her 38C titties, sporting nipples hard like number two pencil erasers, protruding through the fabric of her shirt. My cock ached, and I would have done anything she asked. Anything.I inhaled her scent from her knickers again, and looked down to see the white sheer lace that covered the dark wisps of pussy hair which ground against my thigh,. Meanwhile, Kubby was kneeling behind her now, his hips pressed tight into the open crack of her ass. He held the throbbing thick veined black cock tightly between his fingers with the large bloodfilled head poised at the tight elastic opening of her hungering cunt. He watched it with lust- gleaming eyes as the tiny wet lips contracted and throbbed around the edges like the mouth of a fish gasping desperately for breath in the hostile environment of a drying brook. He ached all over from the. She told me they were hazel green. Then I asked her if there was anything else about his eyes and she said ‘none that I noticed.’ Then I said,’ I don’t know how many times Dan has fucked you, and you didn’t notice that he has a brown spot in his left eye? I saw it the very first time we kissed, and certainly the first time he fucked me!” I said, looking at him.”“She also asked me what I was going to do about my husband. That Steve couldn’t be in the group until he improved his attitude towards. "Is it mine?" I croaked.I heard her sigh on the other end of the line. "I'm going to make your day, Sean, and maybe even give Kristina Mendoza a little gift in the process." I could hear her take a big breath before continuing. "There is no baby. I'm not pregnant. I've never been pregnant. I've been on the pill since last fall. If we hadn't broken up, I was going to tell you about it at Christmastime." She took a large, hitching breath before continuing. "Do you feel better now, Sean? Do you? I.