"I'm gonna make us some breakfast, are you coming?" "I'll be right there" I replied, turning over. I could almost feel his gaze on my two exposed butt...ocks. I could still feel his cock in between those cheeks, and his weight on me. I got out of bed once I heard him walking down the stairs. I turned over and got out of bed. Walking into the bathroom, I took a piss as I looked in the mirror. I was already looking muscular, if only from the work on the farm, but maybe a bit more pushups and I would. For so long his existence had lacked challenge.His thoughts were interrupted by a soft contralto voice. "I assume that it is no coincidence that you are in my city?"Startled, he spun around to stare at the diminutive Asian woman who had spoken. Her long black tresses hung to her hips, perfectly straight and shining slightly in the light of the street lamp. Under her elegant black dress, her body appeared thin, almost boyish. The fine features of her olive toned face were so beautiful as to. I completed my outfit by putting on hooker knee high boots which came up to just above my knees. Looking at myself in the mirror I definitely looked like a prostitute on the street corners but didn't care as I was ready to have fun with my man. I quickly put on some perfume and then made my way downstairs to the living room, where I found Victor sipping a glass of whisky.My hubby looked at me and let out a whistle and stood up, walking to me, saying he would need to have a closer look. He moved. He could feel her trying to lower her leg and he had to get a better hold of her. He moved his arm over her breasts and pulled her close and tight which squeezed the air out of her. She whispered, “I’m gonna cum so you better get ready to hold us up son, this is gonna be a good one.” She was sweating under his arm and her leg was getting heavier to hold and the harder it was to stay connected he found the harder he fucked into his mothers ass. He felt that he was no longer fucking his mother.