Maybe Mildred would even let Mom go back to him. My eyes drank in Mom’s beauty from her blonde hair spilling around her hungry and mature face to he... large breast swaying as she drew in her deep breaths. I groaned at the sight of the big tits I nursed from as a baby. My eyes traveled lower and lower to the flare of her hips, the sleekness of her thighs, the silky bushiness of her pubic hair.Her pussy lurked beneath those curls, hungry for my big futa-cock to ream into her. Her mommy-cunt. In only a few moments I had the pants down and off. Quickly I undid my own pants and pulled them off then fell back to making out. In the midst of one especially deep kiss I pulled my cock out of my boxers, moving it a little closer to her pussy, and pulled her panties to the side. Moving forward gently I felt my cock sink inch by inch into Sarah's soaking pussy. Sarah was still not exposed anywhere below her waist (unless you count her gorgeous legs) and did not protest. Jason though, had. She cried out as his hard, heavy frame struck her, drove her into the mattress. He could feel the softness, the warmth of her thighs under him, as they flailed for a second in her surprise and pain. Then she lay very still under him. Her pussy was just above the level of his cock, and he could feet the hairiness of it, the bristly hair rubbing against his lower belly. His cock was between her legs, jutting stiffly toward the bed beneath her.She was breathing hard and fast and shallowly, trying. Well, my mind got the best of me and when I came to the top of the hill and found a nice area, secluded by trees, but open enough to stay warm in the sun I stopped and made my way over to the area. I sat down and relaxed, what a nice day to be outside and doing something I enjoyed doing. After resting for a few minutes those nasty thoughts came back and I started to remember the things that I had done to my husband and to the gardener and meter man. Such nasty things. I looked around and.