" Dave reached down and cupped his mother's breasts with both hands. "God," he moaned squeezing them, "you're even sexier than Fran, Mom." Why don't y...ou call me Martha?" She asked smiling at the growing bulge in his pants. "It is my name after all." No," Dave pinched his mothers hardening nipples, "I prefer to call you Mom, especially when I'm fucking you." I'll dress however you want me to at home, but I still have to maintain my appearance at work." Martha insisted looking up at her son's. Matt and I don’t talk about it. For all I know, he might be banging some other slut. Which makes this morning all the more hurtful. If he’s fucking fat whores with floppy cunts, then why does he have to inflict himself on me? You’ve never seen him in one of his foul moods, Laura.”The last part didn’t make sense, but Betty’s distress was obvious.“Tell me, Laura,” she said, “what would you do if you were in my place?”“About Sheila?”Betty shook her head.“About Matt?”“More than that,” she said. ***********Almost immediately the thrilling waves of pleasure receded, Paul,panting, exhausted but wildly happy, kicked off his patent shoes,slid down in the scented furs to lie nestled in Victor's hot embraceover his back, resting his head on one of the fur-covered pillows ashe felt the hardness deep inside him begin to soften. Victor did notwithdraw, but, also panting, from behind the sofa produced a remotecontrol that dimmed the lights, and deftly pulled the huge fur throwover their. After a few minutes, she got up and excused herself, “I need to get in the water.” The three of us watched her walk down the beach and into the waves, her pink bikini swaying with her perfect ass.Once she was out of earshot the man addressed me, “Women go crazy for a big dick. You know what I mean?”“No, not really”, I answered before I could really grasp what I was saying. The situation had me feeling uncomfortable and both men chuckled. “Shouldn’t you, um, cover back up?“The tall man looked.