Mainly, not always. She would present herself. Place her hand under their thigh, just as Abraham had instructed; operating in good conduct, elevating...the social order. Mother and thigh, as it were. Conceits abounding. The fertile pasture, damp, yielding. Generous and finding strength. Persevering pleasure. Thigh to thigh, gave penetration, strong and arousing. Belly to belly. Belly to thigh. Fertilising seeds in the receptive field. Mouth to thigh, on rigid ideas, wind and wood. The pasture. “Uhhhh, uhhhh, mmmm,” I whined, my voice filling the room the harder he fucked me.I could hear his muffled grunts and ragged breathing behind me, evidence of the force and effort he was giving into fucking me like the little slut mom he needed me to be. But his stamina never wavered. I was always impressed at how long he could go, penetrating me while never losing his pace, force, or rhythm.“Ohhhh, right there! Right there, daddy!” I cried out desperately, as he hit just the right spot.I. Leaning across me I could see her one titty in full view hanging inches from my already hard cock. I didn't want my wife to see me touch her mom but I had to so I put my left hand on her mom's bare ass and pulled her slightly closer to me. Next thing I felt was her mom's hand on my crotch rubbing my hard cock through my jeans. I look over and see my wife and her mom kissing deep and long. Looking closer I see my wife is playing with her moms nipples now.I take my hand off her mom ass and go. He's fat and greasy looking with fat fingers and missing teeth. He smells terrible. He was licking his lips looking at me. He was undressing me with his eyes. I could tell the thought of his suggestion was making him horny. I was weighing my options and didn’t really know how I could get out of this. I didn’t have any more money to give him, and I couldn’t leave the apartment and live somewhere else. I really had no desire to sleep with him. Just looking at him repulsed me. I didn’t have any.