I had been fucked three days ago before carrying my loving husband to the airport… But now I was again horny; I needed a cock.That morning I put on ...ome fancy stockings, a short leather skirt that barely covered my ass cheeks and a soft red top…I pulled into the mall parking lot and changed my driving shoes for some stiletto heels that would raise my ass. Then I headed into the mall. I was expecting to land a big black cock that had come to that place looking for a sale. The very thought had. She was short, sweet and humble. I was attracted to her from day 1. I was an average student but was also interested in other activities which also highlighted me in teachers eyes (also banged my punjabi biology ma’am but that is for another time). As I was saying anamika was also attracted to me. We used to hang out a lot. That made us get closer. I used to visit her home. Her parents knew me so it was ok. We used to go for movies, sitting besides, rubbing hands. I knew she too wanted me but. She said the word ‘Um’ a half dozen times or so, and then finally gave me an answer: ‘Vermont.’ Vermont. That’s right next to New Hampshire. I wondered if the rest of the rumor I had heard was true, that she had become pregnant in college and then married. ‘Kids?’ I asked. ‘Yes. Two boys,’ she said, and she gave me a real smile this time. A light was ignited in her eyes, the light of motherly love as her mind settled on her children. I smiled with her. At least there was something good in her. Her pussy was leaking now. My cock was wet all over.Me: You know I really wanted to cum inside you. If you didn’t stop me, I would have!I grabbed her ass with my right hand. It was so big and soft, her ass formed around my hand. She didn’t stop me. She liked to be grabbed by her son. Her son is the only one that can do this to me, she thought, he has all the rights. She told herself and felt proud.Mom: I can’t get pregnant, you know that, and yes, I can still get pregnant! Don’t even ask me,.