He grunted when he felt how wet I was as I wrapped my legs around his waist. His cock pressed between my slippery,bald pink lips with ease. I reached ...own and took hold of his cock, teasing my clit with it. He began to suck on my light pink nipples, making me moan quietly. I couldn't take it anymore. "Ben, I need you to fuck me." I led his cock to my tiny entrance. He braced his legs, and began to push. I let out a gasp of pleasure as my pussy was stretched and defiled by his monstrous shaft.He. My mother, Mrs. Delores Wilcox III, known to everyone in the country club set simply as ‘Dee” was a very striking woman. In my formative years (from 13 to about 16) I had masturbated many times thinking about mother; her worn and stained panties draped over my nose as I inhaled her aroma and jacked off to thoughts of her naked body. Now, years later, sitting there in her underclothes and housecoat she still turned me on even though I had just turned 24 and had already been married and divorced.. There would be no more incidents.With that, I drifted off to sleep. Manfully ignoring the little voice at the back of my mind telling me how good it had been, and it could be better yet.Next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and well rested, despite my turmoil of the previous night. It was a Sunday, so with no work commitments I planned on lounging around all day, possibly watching some sport in the afternoon.Around 10am, there was a knock on my patio door and I discovered that the sport had. I hesitated for a second but then grabbed his pulsating shaft. I slowly started massaging his cock up and down, making sure I touched every single inch of his impressive seven inch hunk of meat. I couldn’t stand it any longer so I dropped to my knees. As I moved my eyes from the impressive bulge in his singlet to Gabe’s eyes he was pulling the singlet off. We made eye contact and he had this look on his face, a look of pure bliss. Without missing a beat I plunged my mouth down around his cock.