She casually put it back on the shelf. At that moment a powerful magnetism seemed to draw them together. They laughed at her choice as Mitch took it o...f the shelf again asking, “Want to talk about your choice?” “Not really,” she replied while breaking eye contact. She would never tell him how she felt at that moment. She was forty and he could not be more then twenty-nine. It seemed to her, however that, seducing a younger hot man, would be just the place to start her evening that was otherwise. I looked him in the eyes while his cock pumped my face deeper and deeper. He looked down and spat on his newly found property. Oh, how I loved to be treated like a dirty little whore!I went to touch my cock so I could jerk off, but he caught me. He slapped me again on the other side of my face this time and told me that little bitches weren’t allowed to touch themselves while they please their superiors. He grabbed both of my arms and held them up over my head. He could easily wrap both of my. At the tender age of 20, he was almost 6 feet and 170 pounds with a body of a Greek god. He was a hunk. A fucking masterpiece I gave birth to and raised. I have a right over him and it is his duty to pleasure me right?He always had a string of girls attached to him and every night he fucked those girls in his room, I would stand close to his slightly open door and watch him as I masturbated to the sight of my son fucking girls soo rough and imagine him doing the same to me.He was always dressed. Her dark cape of hair danced around her, the dim light of the widely spaced street lights catching and drawing out touches of gold that caught his eyes. Her ass was a sweet offering, rounded, taut, her buttocks moving seductively under that short skirt.One step behind her, his hand reached out, slapping over her mouth, his other arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her back until that sweet firm ass that he'd been drooling over was pressed up against his cock. She struggled, they always.