”My dick had never been harder.“Let's go, Mom,” I groaned. “I can't wait to make love to you. I've wanted it for so long.”“I bet you have,...�� she said. “Mmm, I've felt you watching me while I was exercising. You always enjoyed seeing me in my yoga pants.”“You are so sexy, Mom,” I said, my cheeks burning. She knew? And she didn't care. She wanted this. I was freeing her from her wifely duties. She didn't have to pretend any longer. She could love me and be honest about it. “Let's go.”I took her. But I would never in a hundred years have identified this raven-haired beauty with the hard-bitten, man-hating, bleached-blond, shop-worn hooker I had met just 10 days before. She stands straight and tall; her raven hair, held up with hidden combs at the sides, cascades down her back past her shoulders in a shimmering wave, three strands of long, thin silver chain sparkle and spill from each ear lobe to accentuate her long smooth throat and neck. Pancake makeup long gone, a sheer foundation. He started talking about last Friday, but he avoided a lot of details sohe wouldn't give away any piece of unwanted info to an eavesdropper. Aslast Friday he was a good chatter and soon I got caught in theconversation, again we had a good time.Frankie was a really good guy, big, about 6 feet tall, broad shoulderedhe practiced swimming and was a very social person, he had just movedfrom Queretaro about 200 hundred miles to the northwest and he feltlonely, he had had his shares of girlfriends. It was so thick I wondered if the hole was wide enough. It looked like my forearm. It had to be 11 inches at least. He was hard but it was so heavy it couldn’t not point up. I heard myself say fuck yeah. My husband said that maybe we should go. I told him to leave if he wanted to I was staying with this monster cock. I got back on my knees and reached for the black cock. I had to use both hands. I lifted it to my mouth. It was so heavy. The head was almost to big for me to suck. I licked it and.