Please leave, your wife must be waiting for you.Man: Is this why I paid you? I paid you for the whole night, and there’s still time left.I was shock...d that my mom, who had been just , even took money to sleep with a man. “Did she become a prostitute?”I questioned myself and kept listening.I heard a slap, and my mom moaned, “Ah, my ass!”Man: Yes, I want it. Come on. Wake up.Mom woke up to his slap on her ass and said, “Bastard, What kind of an animal are you? You have got a hunger for sex more. With his hands still grabbing at her butt, she moved assertively up and down on his cock again. Spreading her legs, she revealed her clit and he could see it swollen and wet. He responded by letting her take the pace and removing his hands from her arse to insistently rub his thumb over her clit.'Oh, oh, oh, yes baby. That's amazing,' she moaned.This time he let her cum. He felt the tensing of muscles inside her pussy, then the heat as she let her orgasm come. She was very wet now and she. This was going to be hard to argue with. Her tits were sagging fun bags and a good cup size pushed up in a bra, but hanging free they flattened out a fair bit and looked but deflated. I grabbed a hold of one of her big pink nipples and pulled at her. She never once tried to stop me. I think she loved it. The worse I treated her the faster she would cum. My favorite so far was making her wear a paper bag over her head with a picture of her mother on it. She got multiorgasmic that time, but as. This year I got you something really great!"Bud did a calculated double-take. "R-really? Something good?" Absolutely." Well, let me have it!"She pulled a box sloppily wrapped in tinfoil from under the couch. "Condolences for your loss," it said on the card. He looked at it, then at her. "Well, it was all I could find in the drawer," she said. "Go on, open it."Bud shredded the foil, uncovering a pale green box marked "Ferguson's Prime Dates."Puzzled, he pulled it open. The fruit squatted in.