The spectacular, earth-shattering sex. Mom fucked me back every bit as hard as I fucked her and, boy, did we have a good time. III can’t pinpoint a... exact moment when the attraction between me and Mom became mutual. As I think back on it, it was more of a series of episodes, each one building on the last. It was 1997 and Connecticut was experiencing its hottest June in fifty years. I was back home for summer after having just completed my second year at college. I’d spent the year playing. I took the opportunity and moved over close to her and whispered to her that I could help her as my partner had some of these products and I could make suggestions so she wouldn't be dissapointed.I showed her the didos and they were good if she wanted something cocklike in her but did not vibrate. Vibrators give you intense sensations but are usually a bit harder and not a flexible as a penis. I told her my girlfriend liked the vibrating egg and inserted it in herself then used a dildo to push. I trusted her judgment, so I let him in.She walked up to him, unzipped his pants and dropped to her knees. That's when I saw his monster cock. I knew then why she invited him tonight. I have always been turned on my seeing another man fuck her, but seeing his cock made me hard. I loved the contrast of his dark skin compared to my wife's very pale skin. I loved hearing her moans and screams with every thrust. I loved seeing how turned on she gets hearing him call her a whore and slut. It. We helped each other with the tea, before getting dressed to our works. It was not regularly we had this heavenly time with each other. I put on the shiny black leggings, followed by a white sleeveless top. He put on his regular corporal attire to leave for the work. Tushar dropped me to the salon, we were involved in a not so long smooch but a sweet one before I got out of the door.A beauty salon has always been a junction to unhesitating gossip of ladies before their same genders or age.