His entire body became rigid. Tammy took a deep breath of the flowered, musty air around her. Her moment, and his, had finally come. Jay's body began ...o shake. Tammy backed up on the length, so that only the head of Jay's engorged cock was still engulfed. Woosh! Tammy's mouth filled with the first burst of thick cum. It swam over her tongue, pulled along even as it was being shot out. Jay, with above-average strength, managed a small howl in his throat. The people in the next car couldn't. I will state it once more. My mom had always been a highly sexual person. There were nights where I would wake up to some noises echoing within the room. Rummaging through my memories, I could remember them always whispering things.“Let’s do it. She’s asleep. “ From what I could remember, Mom was the one who always initiated sex.“I’m tired." Dad would be groan but eventually give in and complied with her request.It was nearly a daily occurrence, but given the state of grogginess I was in I. “ Slow….s-slow” I said, & proceeded to enjoy the view of stuffy, soaked cock sliding in and out of my fucktoy. “Mph…Bae,” I said, can you use those Kegel muscles” Well as it turned out she most certainly could! I mean, picture it: This young woman, now my personal and oh-so-willing fucktoy, was not just riding my fat dick, she was squeezing it with her vaginal muscles as she lifted and relaxing as she lowered. It was like she was jerking me off, but with her pussy!I tried to get video of a. ". . .so bad."Mrs. Anderson rolled the young woman's clit around with the tip of her finger. "Hand me that bottle of mustard," she commanded.Sara picked up the bottle of French's mustard and tried to pass it back. "Open it for me, you stupid slut."No, oh no! Sara suspected what was to happen, but no, Mrs. Anderson wouldn't dare, would she? With trembling fingers she unscrewed the top of the plastic mustard bottle and handed it to the older woman."Good girl," Mrs. Anderson said. "Now reach back.