She smelled good."Need a hand, Mom?" I asked, pretending to be helpful. Mom straightened up and turned around."No, all finished, honey", she said, giv...ng me a peck on the cheek.As she did so, Mom's tits pressed against my chest, and I felt her warmth. After what had happened tonight with Sara, I had the urge to pull Mom against me and run my hands over her luscious tits and ass, but something stopped me, and by the time I could think straight again, she was gone, heading down the hallway saying. It slides back splitting my moist pussy lips. The head nestles at the entrance ready to be rammed in to my dripping cunt. One hand grabs a fistful of my shoulder length red hair the other spanks my ass as he thrusts his throbbing weapon in deep he pulls back and thrusts harder deeper his big balls slap against my pussy. He is like a jackhammer he has literally lifted my feet off the ground with each thrust. My experienced muscles milk his throbbing shaft. His endurance has me begging to feel. MyLodgingsby obohobo WarningsPlease take note!The text in this story contains erotic material and isexpressly written for adults only. MF Hum. Rom. SpankingIf you are underage or offended by such material -or- ifviewing this file is illegal in your locality, then leave, close or delete thisfile-story now. This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to personsliving, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.Copyright 2006 My LodgingsThe wooden gate to the Victorian detached house swungback. . it's only partially personal... he just hates the idea of you." What?" Apparently Brian came from a very modest background and he wants to live the rich lifestyle and he resents anyone else who he sees as successful and happy... he has broken up a couple of other marriages already and in one case got the wife pregnant. He seems to be a true sociopath who can't be happy... or at least what he perceives as happy... unless he can be putting the screws to someone else... especially if he.