"Come on Peter, fuck your mother, I want you to do it now," she said looking direct at me."My name isn't Peter and I'm not your son!" I said to her bu... my eyes were firmly focused between her legs."Of course you're Peter and you have always fucked me, every day sometimes."I realised now the woman was not at all with it and it wasn't sleepwalking, for she was coherent and mobile. Then it struck me, she was suffering from dementia and was reliving her past. Her son Peter must have been having it. She would stop, on occasion, just to get more accustomed, but then lift up slightly, only to sink down again. Eventually, I felt her butt cheeks resting on my thighs, signaling that I was in as far as there was. She took her hands off of my knees and leaned back, giving 'someone' access to her dripping pussy because I could feel fast side to side motion between her legs, and mine. It's not until I heard my wife say:"I think that she enjoys you in her ass" stated my wife,"more than she did in. He didn't know it yet, but I had a submissive streak a mile wide. I needed to be controlled. It turned me on it the worst way that he didn't touch me the first time. I had not earned it yet. It wasn't long before we had to see each other again. We had given each other something that we had been missing. I had given him the release that he desired while he had given me someone to trust. I could open up to him about my needs and wants and he understood because he was just kinky as I was. We. As I circled Rachel, there was enough light for me to see that she had followed my instructions and I had a partial view of her panties. They looked like plain white cotton panties and I thought that I could see the outline of her pussy lips through the panties, what some would call a camel toe. I felt my man meat start to get a little restless but then I returned to stand behind her."When I walked around you, there was still enough light for me to see you pretty clearly and you look like a.