For a while, I forgot all about Scott. Amber told me about growing up in California, going to dance school, then studying law at university. She’d w...rked in business for years. She’d never been married, but had been stood up at the altar once.“It was my wake-up call,” she said, brushing off my shocked sympathies. “I was so embarrassed and angry that I ran away and went on my honeymoon alone. Then I quit my job and started teaching kids to swim. Honestly, Ally, it was the best thing that. Oh Gawd! He's my son!" She moaned, picking up her own pace.David didn't know what Peter was playing at, but he was harder than he had ever been in his life. He silently unzipped his fly, and pulled out his meat. He started to stroke himself as watched his mother and Peter fucking."Say his name, Marion. Say your son's name." No, I can't. Not while we're... Ung... Yes, harder. Fuck me harder!" Peter stopped moving though, and Marion cried out in frustration. "Why'd you stop?" Not until you say. My cock was pulsing but I didn’t want to touch it. I fully intended to fuck Gary when he had finished… if he would let me. Gary slammed his cock harder into me and I gasped again. I could sense that Gary was trying to control himself but he quickly gave in and just fucked me as hard and as fast as he could. It felt fantastic! My arse and cock felt like they were on fire and my guts were churning away. Gary began to breathe harder, whispering fuck under his breath. Finally he pulled his cock all. My mother felt my cock fully enter her, filling and stretching her vagina; the base of my cock ground against her clitoris and she could do nothing to stop the delectation radiating from her vagina. She tried, but couldn’t stifle another moan.“Oh,” she whimpered.I lifted her silken hosed legs up and wrapped them around my body. Mother didn’t fight me; it was like fucking a beautiful manikin. I could feel her silky pantyhose legs on my back and my own pantyhose-sheathed thighs; I pulled my.