"Do you want to rest your head on my arm?" When I asked this she lifted her head to let me slide under and we settled, with my head on the 'pillow' an... hers cradled in my arms, as I draped my other arm over her and rested my hand on her shirt covered tummy. As I had predicted we were quite warm and reasonably comfortable and, pressing my face into her neck, I whispered in her ear,"Goodnight, Mom. You feel wonderful wrapped in my arms. I love you." I ran the tip of my tongue round her ear and. The faded woman staring at him had sparse grey hair and a face worn into lines of sadness and self-neglect. Tommy thought she looked like his mother, but not his mother. His mother’s hair had been all tight, frizzy black curls, unruly and somehow full of life, even when she was bone-weary. This not-mother’s hair was straight and lank, hanging around her face as if it was too dispirited to move away. She stared at him as if what she had always dreaded had now come upon her. Her eyes stared and. Positioning his well-lubricated cock at the entrance to this woman’s asshole, Jonas quickly slipped two inches inside. As Angela’s anal muscles resisted, he forced two more inches inside. Pulling back for an inch or two, he then pushed the four inches back in and added two more for good measure.Jonas surrendered to lust. Thrusting mightily, he rammed every inch of his slippery-wet, juice-coated cockshaft deep into his daughter’s ass. The entire meaty mass of this man’s swollen erection. "I don't know what got into me. It just flew out of my mouth, "You look really great in those jeans Mrs. O'Connor. You should wear them more often." I couldn't believe what had come out of my mouth. It was silent for a few seconds; I didn't think she expected me to say something like that to her. I was ready to immediately start apologizing. Then she smiled and said, "You really think so Will?" as she bent her head down and took a little peak at her own body.I was so fucking relieved to hear.