She shouted,’ maaa…i am dying..i am dying’. Her expression indicated that she was in great pain. But I didn’t bother about her. Fucking her ha...d was just in my mind and nothing else. I started hitting her womb again and again to cause to and fro motion of her wall. After sometime, her pain turned into sexy moan. She stopped resisting and surrendered her body to me.The woman inside her woke up. I held her face in my palm and kissed her.I even sucked all her saliva. I whispered in her ear,’ I. I was on the waiting list as I didn’t have a working visa (I visited only with a tourist visa).To my luck, she selected me as I am from India. As she thought, she might be comfortable with an Indian Assistant. They said the company will arrange a work permit and visa. I was happy to hear that. I wanted to tell her that I am her son.But, I was unable to convey my love to her. I thought she might get angry with me, or she won’t accept me as her son. I saw my mom for the first time after joining. Turning to me, she said, “Your turn. I want to see you suck him now, too…before he fucks me.”“My pleasure,” I said, moving over next to the beautiful bronzed cock. And then I, too, was sucking him, tasting the sweetness in his leaking pre-cum goo.“Oh God, you guys!” Jay moaned.“Darling, why don’t you climb up and straddle his face while I suck his cock,” I said. So she did it.“Do you care if I do this, Jay?” she asked, draping a leg over his chest, then moving forward with her pussy over his. He called the pizza place to give his order. He left a note for Jen on the kitchen table: “Love you. Gone for pizza. Love you.”She hadn’t stirred when he got back. He set the table, dished the pizza, poured the wine. She looked so sweet sleeping: too sweet to wake, but much too sweet to deprive of her pizza. He washed his hands again, not that Jen was likely to object to pizza on hands which touched her. He got out the robe and slippers. Then he shook her gently, then not so gently.“Jen! Jen,.