“Oh Malo,” she said, I’ve wanted this so MUCH ... for such a LONG time.”Unwrapping Aggie’s kimono Malo exposed his mother’s alluring breas...s. They weren’t quite as perky as Charlotte’s, but he was pleased that he saw almost no sagging. Ogling his mother’s nippled prominence he urgently stripped off his red Rutgers t-shirt. Looking shamelessly into his mom’s pleading eyes he held her shoulders, pulled their chests together, and merged his pecs with her breasts. The impossible pleasure of feeling. He’s alright.”Mrs. Lane hefted Timmy Smith’s hard cock, gauging its length and thickness. “He’s… I mean, he’s a solid seven, that’s not bad, but nothing compared to my William. There’s a reason I named him that, you know,” she said proudly, looking over to where three of the other mothers were crowded around her proud boy, admiring his fat nine inches.“There’s more than size, you silly slut,” Mrs. Smith said fondly, stroking her son’s hair. “Look at his balls. There’s more and sweeter cum. It meant nothing. But she knew the truth. Finally, Billy told herthat yes, he'd cheated but only cos he had a problem. A sex problem. Acompulsion. He needed help. Surely Jenna could understand that - she wasa therapist. It was all total bullshit of course. He knew exactly what hewas doing but he wanted to keep on doing it. And to keep his wife. Bestof both worlds of course.Jenna seemed to buy his bullshit. She smiled and suggested he get sometherapy. Hypnotherapy. After all, she was trained in. I rubbed the hand soap onto my cock, and held onto her ass. “What . . . what are you doing?” she asked. Then I thrust into her tight asshole. She screamed in pain, but my hand was already there, having moved from her tits to her mouth in anticipation. It was like fucking a velvet hole that was smaller than my cock. It felt painful at first, but quickly became the most fantastic sensation I had ever felt. She was still howling in pain, as there was not much lube, only the hand soap. In less.