If I admitted that I could he might think me hoydenish and unladylike. If I said that I couldn’t, I’d be lying. When I was a child we often spent ...he summer months at a family house in Cornwall. My nurse was a fisherman’s daughter who thought that everyone should learn to swim. She taught me to swim from our private beach. I could swim in calm water and in rough seas — nude. If there was likely to be anyone around I would wear a light cotton chemise over pantaloons but when wet they were almost. It was like she was forming a ball around the other woman's skull. She held on for a long minute as her husband continued fucking up into her cunt, driving the frantic young woman through her powerful orgasm.With a last grunting scream, the tension released from her body. Betty's head came free. She knelt up straight, pressing against Frank's panting body, his hard cock still locked within her steaming pit. She shook her head, trying to get her bearings after being crushed in Stacy's. Being a good husband was not his priority right now, but to last with this slut until morning. He suddenly stood up, knocking his chair backward, carrying her ass outward while penetrated, growling angrily before fucking her senselessly, trying to halt the orgasm while cum pours out in chunks during the rapid thrusts. The passion that drives him to beat an imaginary record of sexual longevity, he soldiers on and leans down, picking her right ankle and pointing it skyward, it lands. As responsible as she knew she was to take control of the situation, she felt powerless to resist her sons actions and the feel of this perfectly formed young cock in her hands sent her head swimming and all reason was sent back out of the window. The feel of his mothers soft thighs, covered in the sheer nylon of her tights, beneath his bum and between his legs even stroking on the lower side of his balls, made Andy very excited. Like his mother, this situation made him feel sick too, but sick.