The only words I can think of that expresses what occurred that weekend is ‘she was relentless‘. By 3 PM that Saturday I was totally fucked out an... drained. My dick wasn’t going to get hard no matter what- it was dead I told her I needed a break. I started the shower running hot and stepped in to try and get my body back into perspective. We had made love in every possible position on every piece of furniture, and on every square inch of carpet in the apartment. Every muscle hurt – including my. Chris moved his mom in front of the window as he took a seat directly behind her in the secretary chair. "Now you just stand there and look over your domain like the business tycoon you are." What are you ... oh Chris, honey," she hissed as her son ran his finger tips up her inner thighs, lifting her skirt. He tickled her legs and ass until his mother began to twitch her hips. He moved on to her pussy mound, pushing the material of her panties between her vaginal lips."Oh my god, Chris," said. Doris was exhausted; her tummy, hips, breasts, buttocksand pussy were virtually numb from my continualassault. There were pools of our orgasmic ecstasyglistening throughout our home and our pubic regionswere matted and caked with the fruits of our labors. Wenever ate the trout, and barely made the journey ontoour bed, satiated unlike we’d been for years. It was almost four in the morning when a painfulerection nudged me from sleep. Although Doris had beensleeping, my sudden movement awakened. "'Physically intimate,' Rhea said mockingly, "Been reading relationship columns again?" FUCK YOU! You horse assed cunt!!" Ah! I knew the decency wouldn't last." Rhea grinned and stepped in closer to her husband."Alright my love," she whispered and slipped her palm under his enormous belly and stroked the bulge in his pajamas, "let's get physically intimate," saying so she slipped her hand inside, and gently stroked his semi-erect cock.Rhea's lips hovered close to his but she did not lean in for.