She looked up and met his expectant gaze. She stared up at Kate, who shrugged, and looked away. Then, in a low voice, she said – ‘I’m sorry, Ann.... I had to tell him – he could see you. He won’t touch you, but he wants to look at you. He wants to see you – nude. He thinks you are very beautiful. And you are … please do it for him. Please.’ Anne was completely confused, her mind and body sending conflicting signals. She could feel her nipples rock-hard against the constricting material of her. You left on your business trip Monday and told me to be in the office waiting for your call at eight that night. I was there and I took the call the way I always did. My skirt and underpants were off and I had my rubber cock and I was lying on my desk with my legs spread. While we talked I worked on myself with the dildo and I came the same way I always did and the same as always I laid there in the warm glow that I always experience after an orgasm. You had already hung up and I was lying. Her internal alarms were screaming at her not to get out of the car, but the thought of those millions of dollars in a bank account in her name overcame the alarms, and she got out of the rich, luxurious leather interior. The first thing that hit her was the smell. The smell of old booze, urine and vomit was strong in the parking lot. This was not a place for the head of the Beverly Hills Women’s Republican Convention to be lurking at noon on a Wednesday. The fact that the sun was still up. The obscene sound increased my lust. I fucked my Mother deep and hard. “rahul, fuck me harder” Mother whispered in my ear. I increased the speed of my thrusts. My belly banged against Mother’s fat belly each time I drove my cock deep inside Mother’s cunt. Mother started rising her hips each time I thrust downwards. The sound similar to a dog licking water filled the room. My cum swollen balls slapped against Mother’s big ass cheeks. “rahul, my son, fuck me faster, faster”, Mother encouraged me..