When I felt those thick,soft lips on her tongue and mine enter into my mouth; Ilost all control of my emotions. I slid my hands downfrom her back to h...r butt and pulled her closer. I couldfeel her squeezing mine. But I began feeling embarrassedwhen my cock began to get hard from that kiss. Hell, this is an older woman who wants no kind ofromance with a younger white man. So I tried to ease mywaist back a little. Instead, Mary pulled my waist backto her and gyrated her hips. Damn, she was. As she walks back to the stove, I watch her ass wiggle in her robe that she was wearing. At age the age of thirty-six, she was still a looker. Strawberry blonde hair, around 5'10, she wasn't fat, but she wasn't skinny either. She had tits that just begged to be sucked, around 36c or so, and had only a little of a sag. She had legs that didn't seem to stop; she always wore miniskirts to show them off. I hear footsteps as my brother, Bobby, comes running down the stairs. We both look alike,. My mom's pleading words were drowned by my father's agitated gruffs. They didn't hear me enter, so I snuck over to the den in order to find out what was going on.My mom was just uselessly explaining to my upset father Richard, "NO, we can't do this. I've told you many times, friends is all we can be now. You were the one who left me to be with that 25 year old bimbo." At this, mom began to sob, as the tears streaked down, she raised her hands to her face and wept. Dad chose that time to move. He pounded up at her pussy and she rode his cock wildly. I could tell by the look on her face that she was having a big orgasm and when it was done, she collapsed on his chest. After resting and catching her breath, she sat and crooked her finger at me, telling me to come over to her. She grabbed my face kissed me, then said to get behind her. She reached back and grabbed my cock and lined it up at the entrance to her pussy. I knew what to do. I push my cock in her pussy and felt it slide in.