As she just passed away from me….I took hold of her from behind with my hands around her waist and my cock pressing against her Ass….I am not able...to explain that lovely smell from her body. She tried to get away from me but in vain. Then I slowly kissed on her neck….I moved her lovely hair and started kissing passionately….on her neck…this went for some 2-3 minutes and she did not hesitated at all…this gave me more courage….and I turned her…she was now facing me with her eyes closed. I can. She got out of the car and into the back seat and took off her clothes for the fifth time. I followed her into the back seat and my face passed over her sloppy crotch; the smell of cum was overpowering. (We’re getting to the part I have not told to anyone, ever.) She grabbed my head and forced my mouth on to her open pussy. I was stunned. I tried to pull away but she held on tight and I couldn’t escape. Until then I had never even smelled a pussy much less had one in my mouth. Of course her. He was smooth, almost hairless but his prick was covered in cum and blood and small flecks of dirt. She realised with revulsion it was shit, her shit. Her eyes pleaded but he couldn’t see them and even if he had been able to she knew the result would be the same. She kept her mouth shut but when something smashed into her back, was it a whip ? A belt ? She opened her mouth to cry out and found it stuffed with the repulsive sex. She sucked and licked and felt like throwing up but he was in. The meaty goodness of her son’s cock was wonderful to the divorcee. “Ohhhh, yes, honey! Fuck me! Fuck your mommy! I need it so, so bad! And your dick feels soooo damn good!”This was music to the randy ther****t. Reclining on the lounger, Holly’s heated vagina was releasing a current of juice. The self-pleasuring redhead, with three fingers in her fervid and lathered gap, was on her way to her second orgasm as she watched with blatant lust John bedding Ashley. “Fuck your mother, John! Fuck her!.