So I no longer owned any underwear, except for the ‘bowwoed’ ones I had on. My man wanted me that way, I would be that way. There was a gift thoug.... Bill had seen me, now many times. I had seen him too, he somehow was no soft and pudgy doughboy type with his clothes off. He was just big, and thick. Everywhere. The gift? He was to be my first. Not one time in the last six months had he even attempted real sex with me, although we did pet. Lord did we pet! I heard the Reverend say the words, Bill. We fucked away, just enjoying the primal lust, untainted by any other concerns. I wasn’t going to get pregnant, I wasn’t going to interfere with his marriage, and he wasn’t going to be looking for romance or undying commitments from me. After twenty or more minutes, he eventually came with great ardor, attended by an increase in the velocity and force of his thrusts. We just lay there for some time, after which Brad asked me if this was a one-time thing, or could he see me again. I said sure he. The one person that never did and never will fail me.When we came back to the room, I changed into my swim trunks and took my towel and sunglasses while mom was in the bathroom changing. Twenty minutes later, she had not come out.“You okay in there, Mom?” I was becoming a little concerned.I heard her call to me from behind the bathroom door, “I don’t think I can do this, James.”“Mom, you promised. Come on. You will knock em dead.”Mom finally came out and had her beach robe on that covered her. I found no resistance, though I should have guessed it from how wet her pussy was when my tongue was working on her. I felt her legs pulling me towards her in time with my thrusts. She relaxed her back, but I grabbed her and forced her to continue to presenting her breasts. I brought my lips down to them kissing each of her breasts once as I listened to her moans and attempts to ask for something. Each time she tried to talk I’d suck on her nipple and her moan would overtake her My.