She tried to kiss me but she was finding it hard to catch her breath. I felt her body begin to relax but I continued to gently stroke her breasts as s...e lowered herself, the wetness of her pussy coating my balls. Stacy caught her breath. "I want to fuck you even more now," she sighed. "But I shouldn't. Your cock is so hard. I want it inside me. Fuck!" Just let the tip touch your pussy lips," I said. "I don't know if I should, it's bad," she whispered but I could feel her lifting herself off me.. My right arm disappears under the table again and my hand rests on the inside of Marge’s left thigh. Slowly I once again move it north and in seconds my fingers are now caressing the denim fabric that separates my hand and her pussy.I don’t recall how long my hand was in Marge’s crotch but at some point she leans into my right shoulder and bumps my arm enough for me to put it back on the table. Typical our meetings only last for a couple of hours but tonight it goes to three hours. I don’t. I grabbed a fist full of her hair and started to face fuck her, jamming my length to the back of her throat over and over listening to her make choking sounds. I would pull her off for a few seconds just to hear her gasp for breath before continuing. I thought about emptying my balls in her throat but pulled her off instead. “Take off your fuck shorts!” I demanded. She gladly unsnapped the turned around displaying her ass to me. She leaned over to touch the wall as her shorts dropped to the. She then started asking me personal questions about whether I really wanted to fuck my own mother. She told me how this could ruin their normal mother-son relationship. How my mother as my lover would make more demands on me. How would I feel knowing my mother would be my slut and personal whore? Whether I could handle the sexual appetites of a horny older woman that would constantly want her pussy eaten and would want her breasts played with every night. A Mother who would demand her son cum.