There was mail address to a Bob. Bob is the man Helen has been seeing on the side, from the mails it seems like they meet at a motel as well. There is...a meeting coming up, there is no mention of the motel but there is only a meeting time. Peter decides to take part of that day off from work and see where Helen drives to for the rendezvous. Strangely enough it is the motel up the road from where he and Helen go. He parks near by and waits to see who this Bob is. He followed Helen and she is in. He pumped and humped and fucked into me, working my brain and pussy to a new lather, sometimes giving one of my lush asscheeks a meaty spank, at others he leaned down and forward to molest my tits or grab a thick handful of my hair. It was while he bent my slightly back this way he roared, “This is what you want, isn’t it Sonia? To be owned like this?! To be my complete slut!?” I couldn’t argue. “Yes YES YESSSSS OWN ME! MAKE ME YOUR BITCH! YOUR SLUT! YOUR WHORE! YOUR BIG COCK ADDICTED HUGE. Each time she resumed she increased her daughter’s level of pleasure. It was time to show this young lady how it was done.Soon she was pumping two fingers in and out of daughters pussy as she pushed a finger of her other hand into her ass always kissing and licking. Stephanie was groaning and released the bed sheets that she had balled up into her fists and reached back and under herself to rub her clit and bring on the orgasm that her mother had been denying her. “Yes momma, I’m gonna cum.. She then wrapped her arms and legs around me pulling me tight against her, and I began to fuck her, nice and slow pulling back until my cock popped out of her, then pushing back between her lips and sliding all the way in again. Then got into a steady rhythm in and out, kissing each other hard slowly increasing the pace as I pump my cock in and out of her.Thrusting harder and faster until my cock is slamming into her, I can feel my balls are getting close to exploding, I pause and ask if we can.