The thing I liked best about the White Rose was their mid-day collection of hot food for the blue-collar workers in the neighborhood. Of course, most ...of the clientele washed it all down with liberal helpings of the draft beer that tasted like it just came out the brewery door.I was on good behavior with my membership in AA and stuck to the ice tea much to my Uncle’s distain for my drinking habits. Still, I knew he respected my getting on the wagon and he did everything he could to support me in. The time to stop was now, she told herself. But she didn't want to stop. Her cunt was boiling, and her mind was whirling with erotic hungers and desires. Even if Johnny would be satisfied to have her jack him off, she knew she wouldn't be . . . not for long, at any rate. She knew that just holding his cock would make her want more, and before she knew it, she wouldhave her son's cock in her cunt, fucking him insanely. Startled to have such a thought, Peggy tried to rid herself of it, but. ” She was bucking so hard, I had to grab her hips just to hold on. My cock was slamming into Layla’s pussy so hard, the sound of my balls slapping her pussy with each stroke echoed through the room. I looked over to see Jeff and Amanda had changed positions. Amanda was riding Jeff’s cock while playing with her nipples as she watched me fuck Layla. Amanda gave me a quick wink and a smile as she continued to ride Jeff. As I pumped Layla she started wimpering and squeeling. I noticed that she had. I was beyond the point of no return and I knew I was going to cum again really soon. I could feel my legs begin to jerk and that familiar sensation of my muscles tightening in my stomach.Mother leaned over me still riding my cock and looked into my eyes, and whispered in a husky voice, "Cum inside me Mark. Cum inside me, I need to feel your hot cum shoot inside me darling.”I hadn't thought for a moment of pulling out of my mother, her husky voice begging me to fill her with my cum was all I.