Well I am no lean and mean guy, rather have a slight paunch. Anyway removed my jeans in a hurry and when she saw the bulge in my underwear she started...kissing it madly and then taking off my undie she took my hard rod and started licking it and swallowing it. I removed her top and skirt. There the horny lady was there in a black lacy bra and panties (she knew of my weakness of silky lacy lingerie from my wife, and had already planned and worn it for seducing me). I just went mad with lust. His eyes glittering, he did as he was told, arms flat on the floor, and making no incautious movements. She felt his long, forked tongue slide inside her vagina, thrusting and squirming, before leaving to find her clit. Shuddering, she ground her pubic bone into his face, and started thrusting her hips in tempo with his licking. Whatever else he was, he was exquisitely talented with his tongue. It was long, strong, and impossibly fast: seeming to touch her everywhere at once. She could feel her. It all seemed like a million years ago now. His deception about his truck breaking down and him cutting the line to her phone. Better to just forget it all happened. He really felt ashamed.Tonight was a new beginning for him, and for her too, he thought. They were in love, two dark lonely souls, alone together in the world needing each other. Feeding off each other for their own sustenance. It just felt right to him, him being with her, holding her small hand in his. He had never felt this. “Yes what whore?”He kept hold of her nipples but seemed to let some of the pressure off them and her sharply pointed tits regained most of their normal shape.“Yes, I love for men to look at my tits.”“And that fat ass?”“Yes, I love for men to see my ass.”“You mean Fat Ass, don’t you?”Mom hesitated, “Yes, my fat ass.”“Do you like for men to fuck that fat ass?”“No please, not that.”“Sorry Bitch, but there is nothing you can do to stop that today and maybe every day after this. So, tell me, do you.