Then my wife Dee's screaming moans and that phrase again "fuck me with that big dick! Give it to me!" Then I heard a males voice say "bend that fat as... over bitch!" Then sounds of movement and then his voice in a low moan and her moaning screams "fuuuuccckkk! Your dick is big! Uggghhhhhh! Fill me up tommy!"The voice mail was 4 and a half minutes of the sounds of my wife getting her sloppy fat pussy pounded by Tommy's huge cock. I felt my head spin and my stomach cramp, but also I was hard as a. Her mind was racing with thoughts. He didn’t rush her to finish, he was moaning now and he still allowed her to pleasure him at her own speed. She enjoyed the freedom to do so. She could see his strong hands griping the arms of the chair. What were all those other times with past boyfriends even about? It had no meaning ?. This was an experience to remember. The smells, the feelings, the visuals?..over-whelming. She could take her time and enjoy them; tears ran down her face, she was filled. My mother wanted me to fuck her and make her forget my father. Just the thought of such an abstraction filled me with power. I suddenly began to fuck her like a madman. I gave no thought to the future. My whole life was then.If I couldn’t please my mother at that divining moment in our lives, my life would be ruined; worthless; superfluous. Reaching under myself, I found her great breasts, sloshing back and forth as her body rocked. Wrapping my hands around the big undulating mountains of. I had enough power over her as it was.Sucking in a deep breath, I readied myself to tell her she was forgiven, but before the words left my mouth, she turned her face up to mine and planted her lips against my own. The kiss was gentle, not fierce or passionate like others had been, but even better for its tenderness. Her arms snaked around my naked torso, and hugged me tighter to her slender frame. I held in the breath of air as long as I could, letting it out slowly through my nose. There was.