Brothel which was quite far from where he lived. He had given chits to everyone involved and they gave those to the half-sober receptionist who told t...em to go to the third floor.It would be confusing and useless to give you the names of the gentlemen involved. Let us say that all were over 50 years of age, and some in their 60s. They were well-known in their profession, quite wealthy, most were married and all had known each other for decades. The two gentlemen with top hats walked in with. His large brown hands rub all over her body while his dick plunge deeper and deeper into my mother's wet womb. I'm pretty sure when he is finish she will be very sore down there. His hands squeeze her breast as he went even faster. My mother's pussy was very wet. I could tell because I could hear a wet smacking noise coming from her pussy. He was now pull her by her hair as he fuck her harder and faster. I see how my mother fell in love with this man. My mother was getting fuck like a dirty. Occasionally, we would exit the room leaving the "perp" and one of the "detectives" for a personal interrogation. For this exercise, a dice was rolled to determine the amount of time that this interrogation would take. The more time on the dice, the greater the "perp's" dishevelment would be. This usually resulted in the "perp's" blouse opened and her bra shifted up off of her boobs. But with more time allotted, the panties would be disarrayed and sometimes removed altogether. It was great fun. Taking my cock out just about till end and then shoving it in her pussy. With each stroke, her ‘Aaah’ became louder and kept sounding like music to my ears. She didn’t want to stop, nor did I. She was now saying my name asking me to go faster and harder.“Fuck me harder, Sammy, this pussy is yours, Sammy,’ she said.After good 8-9 minutes, she came with huge moans and loud screams, her eyes told it all. But I didn’t stop, I kept my pace. For another 5 minutes, I was ramming her pussy. Just when I.