Maybe we should fuck this way more often. You sure made my pussy come!"She took his hand and pulled him to her bedroom. "You sleep here tonight and ev...ery night." We're going to shack up huh, Mom?" he grinned as he sprawled on her bed."I think of it more as being lovers." she said, moving to the dresser to brush her thick hair. "I don't like that phrase, 'shack up'. It sounds so nasty."Brushing her hair, she watched her son in the mirror. Brian gazed at his mother's body, seeing her smooth back,. ' I loved how much fun we were having brutalizing each other.My drama class was first period. Me and my chick friends gathered in the female dressing room and they quizzed me about the rumors. I told them the whole damn story and swore them to secrecy. Then I vented about every chick in a ponytail fucking my man. My good friend myra said that’s easy. That means you fuck the quarterback. I giggled and said I hate sports. She told me his ass was one of a kind and if any man could give a good. It was followed by another and another on his ass and inner thighs.“Sonofabitch of a bastard!” Paulette hissed with each whip of the strap on his exposed flesh.The pain was real, but instead of quenching the lust in his cock, it sent him into a frantic, urgent need to empty his balls into Cassy’s equally tormented cunt. It was weird Nathan thought as their bodies heaved and convulsed to the tempo of Paulette’s slapping strap.With each sting of the strap on his ass, his. After a lot of crying and anguish we agreed to meet here at my place. Jerri and Danny were going to leave the kids at her mother’s place and spend a couple of days with us. The day they were to arrive Dori stayed home to get things ready and, like any other woman, clean a already spotless and super clean house. Our was house stayed spotless and neat because when Molly visited she was a neat freak too. She loved to clean and straighten up around the house. It was the only time she got to do it.