Ellen Ball was a sixty one year old widow, she had been so since her husband died thirty years ago. Ellen was always smartly dressed, she was clean, ...his was something that David liked about her, some of his mothers friends smelled a bit. Mary had told David that Ellen was a real lady, she did not smoke, drank only in moderation and never ever used bad language.David pushed the trolley up to Ellen’s front door and waited while she unlocked it and opened it enough for him to manoeuvre it. I went with her to her house and fixed the tube light. In the meantime, she gave me some coffee and asked me about my life in general. She asked me to wait while she changed into her nightgown in which she was looking resplendent. As a young man, it was impossible not to look.But I tried to look down so that she wouldn’t think I’m a creep or something. Women always have a sixth sense in these matters. She started laughing and told me not to be shy. I suddenly changed the topic and asked about. She opened her legs wide and let her son get in between. Seconds later she moaned in pleasure as his penis slid into her body. Her legs wrapped around Jimmy's waist and her ankles locked together, her heels pressing on his buttocks.An animal moan escaped Jimmy's lips as his penis slid into his mother's welcoming vagina. It still amazed him how incredibly tight she was; it felt like a warm glove grasping him, squeezing every inch of his shaft. He could feel her muscles rippling up and down his. Hand spankings had turned into paddle spankings. Floggers turned into whips. Belts turned into canes. She came harder and harder every time but didn't think she could take it much longer.Peter on the other hand had taken his own side to extremes as well. He joined a gym and power lifted, swam, and ran until his body was a powerhouse and his sex drive impossible to control.Lauren wanted him to be happy. She started asking around the community for slaves. She found one in San Antonio. Ruiz. The.