Though we had always gotten along like gangbusters, we could not be more different in so many ways. My mom was kind of the kind of woman you see at ve...gan restaurants, fair trade coffee shops, and new age stores. Though too young for the actual 60’s revolution, she was very much the ex-hippie. She would wear the peasant skirt and blouse combination, and even at 46 she could still pull it off. My mom’s body was just like a woman in her 40’s should be, with curves in all the right places. Her legs. Hell, I couldn’t even get my fingers around the shaft at the base! How was I, a thirty-six year old, five foot tall, 110 pound woman going to get a giant cock like that into my pussy? No matter, however, I was going to fuck this beautiful man or be torn apart trying!He growled and lifted me up by the armpits, carrying me effortlessly out of the shower and depositing me on my back on the same massage table. Again hoping that he had already locked up I spread my skinny legs wide as he moved in. " I want to stop at the grocery store after we drop off the truck," she said. "I want to make a special dinner tonight." What are we celebrating?" It's been one month since we started dating." And, one month since we consummated our love. This is a special occasion."Noah pulled into his condominium complex. He drove past an open lot and saw Rachel's ten-year-old Ford Escort parked there. He pulled into his assigned, covered carport. He and Rachel stepped out and Noah retrieved a sack of. .. his Mistress. So he worked and worked and worked.She could sense this too; she knew he had a need to pleasure her. And this whole situation - Mark tied to the bed with red and stinging asscheeks that she had made that way, his face cheeks reddened from her dominating and humiliating slaps, his new position as her bitch, her new position as Mistress - this whole situation heightened the pleasure for her. She was loving his work. She was commanding him to keep it up, and he was responding to.