Many a times, i had seen her in that attire, and i must admit that every time i had felt a mild rousing between my thighs. Mom stayed in that position... didn?t try to remove her remaining clothes.That too, honey,?the lad was licking his dry lips, feasting on the spectacle of his lifetime. He moved his knife towards my throat, waving it below my chin.My mom didnt need another warning; she took her hands to her back and unclasped her bra, allowing it to slowly sliding down to the floor. Her big. They were too tight so she sat up and yanked them off, pulling my panties with them. As soon as they were off I spread my legs wide; pulling my knees back, exposing my trimmed blonde pubes and pink pussy for Tyke to see. She knelt between my legs and gently teased my lips with her fingers. 'Oh, don't tease me, fuck me,' I hissed. Tyke leaned forward so her weight was holding my legs back along my body and slapped my exposed arse four times. The smacks stung my bum and made me quiver with. Her eyes fluttered closed in erotic bliss and she moaned. His fingers tugged on her buttons while the wet heat of his mouth closed on her throat. His sharp teeth grazed the delicate skin of her exposed throat. He nipped lightly. Held still by his hold on her hair, a small hungry sound escaped her lips. Heather felt the front of her bra unlatch, releasing her vulnerable breasts to his mercy. Her nipples hardened powerfully in the cool air. His hand closed about one full breast. He swept his hand. Variations of the scene had been repeated many times in the four years since the 22-year-old aged out of the foster system. Aside from a GED, his only achievement in foster care was learning that older women were attracted to him. Housewives wanted to mother him. Then they wanted to fuck him. It was as if they were acting out a female version of an oedipal complex.Neglectful husbands were complicit through indifference to the needs of their wives. Some had the male fantasy to see their wives.