This developed into a scream as he started to ease inch after inch of his cock into me, before slamming the last 4 inches deep inside. He started to f...ck my ass as hard as or harder than he had already fucked me previously. I was screaming with every thrust. Every now and again he pulled completely out enjoying the sight of my gaping ass hole and telling me how beautiful it was. I was speechless. This was all so wrong. He was meant to love me yet here I was being used. But why did it feel so. ." he begs. Stroking her hand a bit without noticing.She does. She looks at him again. He looks tired. And worried, like he has a lot on his shoulders like he needs a hug. Noticeable traces of deprivation. She softens, she wants to hug him, she wants him to smile. She was not good doing that on their last few chats, always too snappy that is why he ran away, she thinks..."Look, it is so amazing to see you finally; I wish we can just grab coffee or something", he says and he thinks maybe some. Kristin wondered during this moment if there were other mommies who were kept up at night by the thought of being fucked mercilessly by their sons. She managed to make it through the night without touching herself on sheer willpower.*THE NEXT MORNING*At around 6 am, Kristin realized that her lack of sleep just wasn't going to be able to refresh her. But she knew what would; her son's monster cock.She followed her needy cunt over to Ben's room and successfully snuck in without a sound. She was. I made a color copy of the check and would look for a frame to hang it on my wall. There was the usual collection of Christmas cards, until I got to one postmarked Kansas City. I was pretty sure I knew who it was from, and I was right. Sue Palotti sent me a card with a separate note as well. It said she would call me on Christmas Eve, so if I was going to be out, I should call her. She gave me her home number. I decided right then that I would be the one calling her.The last surprise I got in.