Brianna woke, the sound of her alarm buzzing annoyingly in her ear. She sat up, slamming her hand on top of the alarm, staring groggily around the roo.... "Oh," she hissed, her body sore, a strange pain coming from her chest. She looked down, staring in horror at her nakedness and the raised welt that decorated her breast."What is that?" she cried, searching around her for the flannel pajamas she'd put on last night. "Where are they?"She dug through the covers, pulling them off of her, staring at. Her hair wasn't always up but when it wasn't the boys in the office thought it was a holiday. She wore thin rimmed glasses that she surely didn't need and her tailor must of had something to prove about the strength of his suits. It wasn't that the closes were snug, nor that they seemed to struggled to fit her assets. No it was as if every time she bent over or pushed her chest out a great war was fought. Is it porn imitating life or life imitating porn I began to wonder before she stopped her. Smithy's mum was hot. If the term MILF had existed back in 1979, she would have been called one. I was 18 at the time and Smithy was a bloke I'd met at Art College. He was a bit 'out there' to say the least. He was the pot smoking, acid taking, long haired cliché of the 70's. Thanks to Smithy I met the horniest and most insatiable woman of all time, his mum.Pam was 36. For the numerologically challenged she was twice my age. She'd had Smithy when she was 18 and as far as I know the father never. “Suck me faster… I want to hear you gag on my dick; don’t stop until I say”I continued to suck his cock and swallow his balls in my mouth and lick them I could taste his pre-cum and was imagining this huge cock fucking Camilla.With my mouth full I worked his cock hard with my lips and tongue. Then he suddenly stopped me, saying he did not want to cum in my mouth.Ramon then ordered me to lie down flat on my stomach.Then the next thing he did was put some lube on my very tight asshole.I turned.