He’ll just come back on Sunday morning or Sunday night stinking of sweat, beer, chips and cheap whore’s perfume.” She smiled a false smile, I th...ought. “I feel so naughty. Are we signing into the hotel as ‘Mr and Mrs Smith?’” she asked.“No, ‘Mr and Mrs Freddie Tavistock’, I have his wallet and driving licence.”“A friend?”“No, he’s deceased, I bought his identity for a fiver and use it on occasions when I want to be discrete. I have no other identification on me and have paid for everything in. Now fuck me hard. Fuck me as hard as you can. Please make me come baby. Please and I promise I will make you happy after you make me come. It's been so long." I grabbed my Mother by her ass cheeks, squeezed them tight then started pounding my cock into her as hard and as fast as I could. It didn't take long for her to exploded into an earth shattering orgasm. It was all I could do just to hang on. She clamped her legs together as she came so as to stop my fucking motions. Finally after a good. Her hair flowing, her eyes sparkling, the smile on her face. I loved her, more than life itself. I often had thoughts of her coming to me, naked, as she was showing me her firm young breasts. “Daddy, see how my breasts are growing. When I play with my nipples they get so hard. Do you like them?” Of course I was having a fantasy, i'd never m***** her. Yes I wanted her, but then reason would overcome my swelling cock. Then she graduated High school. I was so proud of her. We had a. ." I whispered. I took his hand and lead it to my area. I pressed his fingers against my clit and slowly moved it round in circular motions. My hand left his and he was now pleasuring me independently. I tilted my head back and sighed, I'd never felt anything so good. I don't think I'd ever been so wet, I always thought masturbation was the best pleasure but now I knew I was wrong. Fireworks were exploding inside of me. I pulled his head close to me and kissed his lips hard, he began fingering.