I watched as the guy got braver and braver and was touching her more. They stopped dancing and came over and sat down by me. The poor guy wasn't sure ...ho I was but soon settled down when I was introduced as 'just a friend'. I watched as they kissed passionetly and his hands slid into her dress playing with her tits. She glanced at me and smiled. "We're just going outside for some air" she said and winked at me as they walked out.20 minutes later she appeared without the guy who 'had to go to. ”I pushed a little more and the head was in, and she had a great big goofy grin on her face.I proceeded to push a little more every couple of minutes, waiting for her face to tell me that she’s OK. I was all of the way in as I felt her squeeze her muscles around me.“Can I fuck your ass, Mom?”“Yeah, honey – fuck your mama’s ass, please?”I pulled almost all of the way out, and then back in quickly, causing her to jump a little. I started a nice steady rhythm pushing in and out of my mother’s. You can fight it, or you can join it and have some fun with me, but either way Im getting what I want. Now, Im going to lie down here and watch some TV, you can say what you need to say or whatever but youre not leaving the room, and when youre done you just come lay next to me so I can enjoy that fucking body of yours, ok? No, no, its not ok! Linda shouted. She began arguing again but I did as I said, lying on the bed and ignoring her rant. She stomped around the room for another minute or two. But, my wife later told me that he said to his flock, “Let’s not get ridiculous!”Ridiculous, or not, of course, I had to see the stockade show. And it was impressive. I had never seen my wife treated like that, like pure... fuckmeat. Those guys grabbed her lower waist and pulled back real hard, leaving deep imprints, as they smacked deep and hard into her vagina. They would push her legs apart further, spreading her cheeks, and bang right up the middle. My wife being in the stockade provided.