"Fuck! That's so good... No, he'll be back tomorrow." You sure?" I slam into her, rotating my hips to get at those pesky corners."Over twenty...fuck.....years of marriage has taught me how to read that man." And yet you didn't know— shit, your pussy's so good Mom —that he was pranking us until later." Maybe I did..." She bounces her hips back to meet my thrusts. "Maybe I just saw the opportunity to finally fuck my son." So naughty..." I say as I fuck the shit out of my mother's pussy."Your. He moved closer to her face. He slapped her face with his cock when she wouldn't open her mouth. "Do it now!" he yelled. Candy cried softly but complied this time. She opened wide and he stuffed his cock in her mouth. She clamped down and damn near bit him. He pulled out and slapped her face again. "Don't you dare bite me cunt, you wouldn't like the results." Candy whimpered, on her knees dressed in her slutty underwear and heels. Bob was loving it all. The sight of her on her knees, the smell. After that, we fucked every day, before I went to school, and after I came home from school. I had Mom in every room in the house, dressed and undressed, and my life was blissful. I particularly like to get behind her in the kitchen when I came in, dropping my pants and lifting her skirt up around her waist, to rub my rigid prick between her panties covered ass cheeks, when she would lean on the counter, pushing her butt back at me, her knees slightly bent, and then I would ease my horny cock. During the weekends I will manage the Club, of which I am the owner, and I would be glad if you were at my side” she replied “in my former house I passed the weekdays always looking for something to spice up my time, until I met you in that pub.” “Now I can set this up as my new house, as I was seldom using it before, because it was my husband’s house. He would have loved you too, and I’m sure he would be happy for our love and for you to live here. I’ll tell you about him, sometime, if you.