She shook her hair all around in a sensuous movement, and then took her place in the wife parade.I started the music again. My eyes were fixed on my ...eautiful wife as she proudly paraded around the room. Her tits jiggled and danced with every step. Every now and again she would look over at me and smile. When the music abruptly stopped it was Gale who was without a lap to sit on.Krista ended up seated on this guy Frank, a person that she knew but didn't like very much. My wife was sitting. A couple of hours after Monica got to her workplace that day, she managed to get the assignment to take some papers over to Bill's office for him to sign. With them in her hands, she got inside his office and when she noticed that no one else was around to see her, Monica turned so Bill couldn't miss seeing and she lifted her jacket, showing him the strap of her black thong and looking him clearly in the eyes to signal that she was his for the taking. She wanted him to know that she was a. The plug I was wearing, the one that was so fat that Master Jason haddetermined would never ever come out - and I thought he was right onthat - had forced me to stand somewhat pigeon toed. Looking at myself upand down in the mirror, I looked drop dead whore gorgeous. A man beacon.A neck breaker. With my surprised and sultry look, and my latex lipsformed into a permanent O, I could be a home wrecker. And despite mypain, I found myself liking what I saw. I had been conditioned to, and Ihad been. .. yesssssssss! I'm cumming, Paul! Jeeeessusssss! I'm gonna cummmm!"Paul fucked her as hard as he could, slamming his cock into her hot, hairy fuck-hole, pistoning his muscular young ass up and down like a machine as he sought to bring his mother off while at the same time pushing himself to the very edge of orgasm.'I'm fucking my own son!' Monica thought deliriously. '... and I love it!... Christ, I love sucking and fucking my very own son!' The thought seemed to glow through her whole body..