She gasped. So did I. The feeling was exceptional. The sound of her wet pussy being penetrated infuriated my penis. My rhythm increased in tempo. Her ...asps became louder. Our bodies were smacking against each other. Her hands were tightly gripping the edge. Her head was pushed back, her neck fully exposed, and her hair escaped the confines of her bun.Both of us started moaning. My cock was digging in deeper and her face showed the occasional grimace. But she was thoroughly enjoying it. I knew. But mostly we watched each other. My imagination was working overtime as I watched my mother play with herself under her skirt or her slacks if that was what she was wearing that day. I liked it when she wore slacks. The zipper was in the front, and sometimes it would open enough so I could see Mom’s hand moving under her white cotton underwear.The following week on Tuesday night, Mom did something a little different. She was wearing slack and unzipped them as usual but pushed them and her. Loser. Usually drunk not even good looking, skinny, 45y old, but he had smth brutal. He seemed like the guy who would do anything for some booze. He was sitting on a chair with loose shorts and flip flops and I couldn't help but stare at his veiny legs and admittedly good-looking feet. Suddenly I caught myself trying to take that picture with me,as I passed by trying to ignore him he waved at me turned a little and then I saw it... his big hunging balls were touching the chair as the short he. He stayed on the bridge. Ithad been sheered free from the rest of the hull, alongwith three decks of the upper control tower of theship. He stayed as it tumbled through space, him andone ensign. Every twenty seconds, the battle cameback into view, and he watched humanity's lastchance die a little more. Then it would slowly roll outof his view, and for twenty seconds he'd sit, waitingfor the explosion as he was hunted down and blastedby some Minbari fighter." In that time, when it was just him.