And some fantasizing. But he had no intention of fooling around. He liked the soccer moms, or the softball moms, now that he was at the softball field... When the high school team played its football games in the fall, he would attend. For the fun of the game, really. The cheerleaders were bouncing around, doing flips in their short skirts. The teenage high school boys were whistling, getting all excited. However, Jim would shake his head and look around, checking out the moms who were sipping. November 8If one more smart arse says 'Hot enough for you today?', I'm going to fUckin' throttle him. FUckin' heat!By the time I get to work, the car's radiator is boiling over, my clothes are soaking fuckin' wet and I smell like baked cat!November 9Tried to run some errands after work, wore shorts, and sat on the black leather upholstery in the ol' car. I thought my fuckin' arse was on fire. I lost two layers of flesh, all the hair on the backs of my legs and my fuckin' arse. Now the car. Oh, yes!" she breathed again. I started to slide my stiff length in and out, aware of just how unbelievably hard I was. It felt so good to be doing this. To be fucking my mother. I loved it, and apparently she loved the thought that she was being fucked by her son. We kept going. My hips moving steadily up and down, her hips moving with mine. I could hear her breathing and realizing that I was breathing hard, too. Again and again my boner moved purposefully in and out of her warm, wet vagina.. Begging now“Master, please go in side me” she panted “don’t be so cruel”He lowered his boxers slowly as his hard cock slipped out almost as if drown to her wet pussy. He let her legs go free.She stretched them out a bit as he moved between them taking his time slipping his head into her then pulling out. Sheyelled a moan so loud he shoved his dick in her she had moaned a bit louder but stopped as he drew back out. Slowlyhe moved in then back out slowly.“Go on yell out master if you want me to.