She knew what she was after but not where to find it. She began her search. Her huge tits swayed with every step, as her aged-brandy colored eyes scan...ed the aisles. She passed several men in her search. She was dressed for yard work, in a almost see through tan tank top and ripped jeans. She could hear the murmurs of the men after they passed her. She had never dressed so provocatively to a store before. She was finding that she enjoying the attention she was getting. The next few men she. His dick felt amazing. I just held my hair in one hand while I closed my eyes and enjoyed each stroke.He then pulled me close and started ramming my pussy. My moans started getting louder again. After a good few minutes, we switched positions to missionary. He got on top and fucked me deep.“Oh, yes, baby, Ah,” I moaned.His stamina was amazing. We fucked for almost an hour in different positions, and he wasn’t tired at all. We were both sweating but nowhere near finishing. We went on for another. The sex symbol of my youth was on her knees sucking my cock, begging me to be her Dom. Her stroke caused her salaciousness. It suppressed a lifetime of social and moral strictures, letting her do what she wanted to do for years, fuck her son.“Get on all fours!”Her eyes smiled as she slowly pulled her head back. I watched my length slide from her mouth. She dropped to her knees and crawled over in front of the glass patio door.“Fuck me here! I want the world to see my son fuck his slut of a. He then started groaning and I felt his cock shooting his cum into my womb. I continued riding him fast and hard as I reach climax during his orgasm and my pussy tightened around his cock as I started moaning louder while I orgasmed. After my orgasm subsided, I remained still impaled on his hard cock and he apologized for coming so quick, because he was extremely horny. I pushed him to lay flat on his back and ran my hands over his hard chest telling him not to worry as I still reached climax.