I spent many a night digging into the laundry basket looking for one of her used pairs to masturbate with as I drifted off to sleep. I was fortunate ...to have my own bedroom so my other siblings never knew what I was up to.Today I am forty-two, married with kids, but my fetish for hose and feet has not waned in the least. My mother, who is now sixty-eight, still looks amazing in nylons and heels. Sure, her hair is now gray and she has put on a few pounds, but my god she still looks incredible. It had been modified with a leather like sling hanging from the chains where the engine would have been. I was asked to strip, they put my clothes in the closet, handed me a black leather mask that covered my head with openings for my eyes, nose and mouth and helped me into the sling.When you’re in the sling, your back is supported by a web of leather straps, your heels are raised in loops and so they are almost 90 degrees up so your ass is wide open and available for someone who walks up to. After a short healing period for her piercings, Jamaal fucked her in her pussy, asshole, or mouth everyday at least 3 times. She was now completely addicted to his huge cock and wonderful mouth and tongue, and would have at least four huge orgasms each time he fucked her. Her belly continued to expand and after 8 months became so large she could only accommodate Jamaal’s fucking her pussy or asshole from the rear while on her hands and knees or by him fucking her mouth and throat, yet she could. She stareted moving away from my mouth, kissing and biting on my bottom lip, then moving down to my chin, and then to my chest, until she came to my boxer shorts. She looked up into my eyes, mischeif in her gaze. She pushed the tips of her fingers under the waist band of my shorts, before pulling them off, exposing my member. She grinned whilely, and once again her gaze returned to my eyes, she smile and batted her eye lashes at me before taking it into her mouth. Pleasure surged through my.