I took her breasts into my hands fondling them. She urged, “Fuck me”. I started fucking her savagely with all the force and energy to rip her cunt...apart, to go farther and farther into her depths. Oh, my son, fuck me fuck your mother, fuck me, my son, she was repeating the same words again and again, while moving her self up to meet each of my stroke. She came, finally, as if a volcano erupted, as if an earth quake occurred, her whole body in frenzied uncontrollable spasms, as she dug her nails. She could never wear panties with this dress, and tonight she had even disdained stockings; while showering she had shaved her legs and her pussy, so that not even a faint triangle of pubic hair would show through the thin fabric. Other than her sandals, she simply wore some skin lotion and perfume beneath the dress.Wills’ cock was in an almost constant state of semi-erection from the time his wife had joined him in the living room prior to leaving. As always, he had wanted to screw her dressed. ’ He feels it, a shiver of ecstasy that runs all the way from the very base of his cock up to the tip. He can’t help himself, he moans. ‘You know you have other chakras, don’t you, pet?’ ‘Yes, Goddess,’ he replies, feeling his trance deepen and his arousal build simply from hearing the mindless, vacant tone in his own voice. Hearing himself speak in trance always sends him deeper. He remembers this, and then just as quickly forgets it. ‘That’s right, pet,’ Lynn continues. She gently caresses. And so, for the moment and in service of both their needs, he was content to move slowly. Taking a chance, he pulled back as far as he dared, paused, then pushed inward again. She raked the blanket with her nails, reached back to claw at his steadying arms, grunted as he probed her ass, and all the while desperately willed herself to remain as relaxed and compliant as possible.For many minutes he repeated this careful oscillation. Gradually, she became aware that her body was no longer fighting.