She was happily married, on the tail end of a business trip and just wanted a fun night before going back home to her husband. She repeatedly compleme...nted my looks, my skin tone, how fit I was. She would squeeze on my arms and pull me close as she speaks. By this time the music changed, the tempo was slower, the mood was right and she wanted to dance. We were in a dark corner virtually invisible to everybody in the club, she had her back to the wall, moving her hips, pulling me in. Our bodies. They said, "You know we won it, don't you?" I didn't know what they meant. So to my utter horror, they explained that the competition had been to get my Mum as a sex slave for the night! Everyone there had signed sponsor forms for her to do it! Mum had been the judge, the criteria for tonight being that the two blokes with the biggest dicks would win!She'd taken all the males aside one by one, even the 18 year old lads and the dirty old men, and fucking tit rolled their dicks to hardness, then. Bare bellies, on the other hand, were considered risqué currently, so the shirts were all designed to make sure that even an accidental flash of midriff would not occur.“I feel a little out of place here,” she told Gath at one point, noting that people were giving them sideways glances of disapproval at their short hair and their long, moderately tight shorts.“They know we’re spacies,” Gath told her. “Or at least they assume that I’m one because I’m bald and don’t have facial hair. I would be. I want Carla so badly it hurts. I grasp her wrists and push her forcefully against the wall once again, groping at her body wildly. She responds and I know she wants this as much as I do. I sweep her up in my arms and carry her slim body over to the double bed in the corner, placing her down gently before spreading those tanned legs wide and kissing my way up from her knees until my tongue is hovering over her sex. I take a moment to take in her perfect pussy before I spread her wide, she is.