Even though she was closing in on fifty-five, she had the figure of a woman much younger. In fact, when people saw her and her daughter together, many...commented on what a pretty pair of sisters they were -- a constant source of flattery to her, and one of grudging annoyance to Emily, her thirty-five year old daughter. Stepping over to the full-length mirror beside her dresser, she looked at her reflection.Her bouffant hairstyle, emphasized by silver-blond highlights, framed her pretty face with. But what caught Dusty's notice wasn't the men, but was the woman seated with them who was openly watching them all.She had reddish brown hair that was cut short and looked like she had cut it with a sharp knife instead of scissors or shears. She could have easily been called pretty if she tried, but she had a look of "wildness" about her that you could just feel from her side of the room that seemed to make one think twice about taking a chance on her.She had a long sword strapped to her waist,. Really close," she gasped the last words. "Make Mommy come, baby." Mommy," I groaned, and slammed into her, unloading inside her again, pumping until I was dry. She was trembling, and I realized she had come with me. Gasping, I leaned back, still unable to fully believe what we had done. I almost blacked out, seeing spots before my eyes. After a few moments I felt Mom rubbing us with the spare t-shirt before she searched for her shorts again. She reached down to the floor boards, and when I saw. I leaned back into the chair, the nauseating dampness and smell, suddenly heightening my senses, dirty sex was a kink I grew up with, a turn-on, ever since as a girl I read a story about a girl being forced onto a dirty ground and turned onto her face and ****d, it had all the elements that appealed to my libido, dirt, ****, and anal sex.He walked back towards me and I wistfully eyed his crotch, to see if he was responding to my debauchery, he was not, be he saw I was looking, and I smiled and.