You won't go to hell for enjoying your body, especially with me." I started to get dressed while I ranted."I said you could do it if you wanted..." sh...e began, starting to cry a little."But it isn't about that, is it? I want you to want it, or else I might as well be jerking off. If you're doing it because you feel obligated, then it isn't worth it, and I won't do it. We have to both enjoy it or it doesn't make any sense. And the stupid part is that you do! Or at least part of you does."She. It was like he was warning me, letting me know what he was capable of and willing to do. Long after my mother stopped caring about the pain and humiliation, she still cared about me, and so I became his leverage. Whatever twisted humiliation he demanded, she could only protest so long before he'd threaten to drag her "little slut daughter" up to suffer instead. My mother always relented, to the great amusement of the boys who'd then taunt, as she screamed, that it was all my fault.So many. " Oh my goood" I was panting too hot to speak well. "I need you, I have to have you Mrs Thompsen."I slipped my hand withen her blouse, feeling her hard nipples. Grouping her smooth skin. In the whole process she must have gotten ancy.In a silent whisper she tells me to take off her panyts.And finally we are both naked, her hand still stroking my cock as I reach for her slippery pussy.I remember thinking, right now, just as she was about to mount me. "How, How, How, she is perfect and 38 years. She climbed on top of me and impaled herself on my rock hard throbbing cock. Sex had never felt so good or so right. Her pussy was tight and wet, her juices were warm and thick, then they ran from her vulva. As she slid up and down, up and down, her juices slapped and splattered around us, her ass was sticky and wet with her down juices and her pale white skin glimmered in the light reflecting within her wings.The more she rode atop me the tighter her pussy seemed to get, and it felt great,.