" With that, Matt started thrusting in earnest. There was no problem with lubrication, as she was totally wet. He noted briefly that neither of them s...elled the best, but he could not retain any concern over that. Still wearing the jacket and cap, he soon was drenched with sweat. He held himself above her so the fabric of the jacket would not irritate her and kept up his imitation of her son.Betty was still highly aroused and not completely in control of herself when Matt entered her. She did. Standing up it’s fairly obvious that my dick is hard, and I have to quickly adjust it to be able to walk down the hall. Your eyes sparkle with glee as you turn to go towards the supply room, and I swear your ass is swishing back and forth in exaggerated loops, determined to wring as much out of the situation as you possibly can. I am again imagining your thoughts: I know, right? Fucking sexy. I unlock the supply room door and, seeing that no one is watching, forcefully shove you inside, and. You give me throbbing erections with your slutty behaviour. You must be punished. Now stand up and bend over, palms down on the desk.” You do as I say and I move behind you, raising your skirt up and over your hips until your panty clad arse is exposed to my gaze. God, your sexy arse. I run my hand over the silky material of your panties, before I grab the waistband and roughly pull them down to your knees. I run my hand all over the luscious spheres, around and across, feeling the warmth of. "You've turned into a fine gentleman." That's because of you, mom," I replied.I closed the door after she sat and then I got onto the driver seat and started to drive. She turned to my side and asked, "Where are we going , honey?" That's a surprise, mom."Mom said, "Really! Oh, you are so good at them."Hotel Citrus was about 30 minutes drive away from our home. Mom was silent almost all the way to the hotel. Looked like she was thinking about something important. May be its about our.