My stud's balls slapped against my cuntand he let out a loud grunt. I was writhing on his shaft like a wild woman. He startedpulling out of me an... when he was almost all the out he rammedthat awesome cock back into me. He was fucking me now like amachine and I didn't think I would be able to remain conscious. He let go of one of my swollen tits and slid his hand down to thehair between my legs and started pulling on it with each thrustof his cock. My free tit was slapping my chest. My cock began to slide in and out of her extremely wet pussy. Mom grabbed my ass and guided me to a good rhythm. Once established, her hands grabbed her tits and she started to pinch and pull her nipples. “Gawd mom, this feels incredible!” “Your cock feels very good Robby, keep doing what you’re doing and you’re going to make mommy cum.”I so wanted to make her cum again. I started to increase my fucking and going deeper with every thrust. “OH YES! I like that. More baby!” I knew she. The once-snowy hills of ass flesh glowed a deep cherry red. It seemed to the aroused youth that he could feel the smarting in his aunt's abused ass.Sweat streamed down his face. His muscles were getting sore from his relentless onslaught on Jacqui's ass. She bounced around in his lap, flopping and squirming with the pain.Sweat-covered flesh slid over sweat-covered flesh. Martin became aware of something else. From somewhere cool wetness was running down onto one bare thigh.His nostrils, spread. As Phil I listened mostly to the current wave of prog rock, most of whichwas too obscure for a karaoke night, and I was not going to shame myselfby launching into some feeble chart pop. Having inherited my Dad's musiccollection, I was short of inspiration too - for a man I remembered forbeing laid back and fairly happy through life, he had a LOT of darkmusic. Expecting no useful answer, I asked Mum in desperation whether shehad any ideas and she pleasantly surprised me by first.