Why would she do this to me? I was just about to start making myself a sandwich, I hadn't eaten the whole day with worry but felt like I had to force ...omething into my grumbling stomach. Then I heard the car pull into the driveway. In the midst of all the worry I'd forgot that she said she was going shopping and I was surprised when she came in clutching a few bags for the supermarket. I helped her unpack the bags, both of us silent with not a word passing between us for a while. I asked why it. I brought out a box and gave it to her. When she opened it, there was a string of perfectly matched pearls. She looked stunned, and I helped her put them on and we kissed. The conversation then continued as to adding spark back to our lives. A short time later, she excused herself to go to the ladies room to freshen up. I watched with pride and lust as she walked away. I noticed that as she approached the restrooms, there were two young black men there, one was on the phone. As she walked by,. Sharon spoke again. "Of course you will have to spank me first for being such a slutty mom, allowing her own son to do such a nasty thing to her." Jack's smile deepened. He loved the way his mother's mind worked. Sure, he would love to spank her firm bare ass once again. It always made his prick ultra hard and the thought of butt fucking her was starting to sound like a great idea.Jack's cock had only been half soft after his morning cum so he reached out and grabbed a handful of Sharon's hair. She felt her tiny pucker being stretched by no less than three digits in a way that approximated the thickness of an average man’s hardness. It was a delight and made her slit brim over with her juices that lubricated the entry of almost the entire other hand sliding up inside like some declaration of ownership without benefit of words of seduction or some simple “I do” in a meaningless ceremony.It didn’t really take very long for Marcie to fall into her familiar cycle of orgasm. She did her.