But such thrilling sex. Betty wrapped the towel about her waist and stepped to the sink. How many times had she come? Once with Chad, at least twice w...th Danny, and maybe even more. She'd gotten too dizzy to count, knowing only that great surges of feeling were thundering over her clitoris and through her pussy.She wondered just how long her son had been screwing, where he head leaned his cunnilingus technique, what girl had been the first to feel his rigidly yearning young penis. Betty knew a. She dismissed it and went back to giving me head. I told her I was serious and to prove it I wasn't going to let her get my cum this time. I made her stop and leave. Told her not to contact me again until she was ready to do what I told her to and admit she was a slut completely.She stopped by about a month later, unannounced. This was because I had stopped responding to her completely. She told me she missed my dick and was ready to be my slut. I asked her if she'd told her husband. . Her legs locked around my back and her arms round my neck as we kissed deeply our tongues duelling from mouth to mouth. Slowly she started to move her pussy upon my deeply buried cock, her need and desire quickly building again. I lowered my hands to her hips as I kissed her face and neck, her breasts and nipples rubbed against my chest.Her movements became more frenzied as her passion built, as she lifted and sank on my buried cock she twisted her hips, increasing both our pleasure. Unwrapping. As those gorgeous eyes glittered mischievously, his lips finally curved into a sinister little smirk that screamed he had more up his sleeve or was it that he was amused at my lack of pain control? Either way, he showed nothing else in his reaction as he leaned back in his chair, his fingers moving to lace together in front of his chin. “Do you see my jeaned legs, Slut?” Struggling to anything but not cum, I tilted my head down to take a look at his long perfect legs covered in the deep stormy.