I came home from work early one day. I opened the house with my set of keys. As I entered, I heard some moaning sounds coming from his mother’s bedr...om. As I went near and peeped, I saw had captured our fucking video. His mother was naked and masturbating to that video.I realized she needed a cock, and just then, a wild idea came to my mind. From that day onwards, I started befriending her even more, started the double meaning talks with her. In another month’s time, I changed her into a modern. I grabbed a handful of her right tit and she grabbed my wrist both her hands. She sucked my hand into her mouth and sucked at her own cum. I stuck another finger into her along and began to use them, energetically, on her pussy. She was huffing and puffing heavily and was having trouble keeping her head up to see what I was doing to her. Sweat beaded on her forehead, cheeks, and chest! I, myself, was sweating up a storm. But, just like her pussy farts. It just made things that much hotter! . Fear of being killed by a crazed man. Or worse yet, fear of the unknown. She nibbled on the strip of meat, shivering from the cold that permeated the house. The man noticed, and guided her from her chair to the sofa near the fireplace. Even though there were just glowing embers burning, it was much warmer than the other part of the room."What's going to happen to me?" she asked him, afraid of what he might say. She was frightened to look into his eyes but frightened not to. She looked at his. I was wearing one on purpose. I hear a sudden intake of breath. It must be because I am not wearing any panties. I can actually sense the slow smile. His hand moves up to caress my breast, under my short tank top. Ah, another surprise. No bra. It's the kind of crushed material that hide my alert nipples. As his thumb and forefinger roll one nipple, his other hand is finding its way down to my navel, playing with it. All this while, not a word. The only sounds are far off outside sounds. Then,.