The inside of her thighs were soaking and her pussy was gaping a little. I just stood there and stared as my brain calculated that I was looking at a ...recently well fucked pussy. I was interrupted by her voice “Oh babe look you really do like it”. I looked down and saw I had a raging hard-on. “I’m so fucking horny” she moaned. She placed her hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit. My urges took over and I spat on my hand and rubbed it over my cock and went to shove it in her used. I could see she was in pain and he wasn't stopping and the only thing I wanted to do was see his immense member fucking my wife. I needed to see that huge thick dick spreading her, penetrating her so deep and filling her with cum. That 'too painful' meant nothing, I could see she was hurting but was it too painful? Chris so obviously didn’t think so, she pushed herself towards him and tried to push past the pain and she tensed and forced against him. She relaxed and another three inches of dick. After wiping off the sweat, it was 2 hrs of sparring with limited breaks. It was one sparring partner for 3 minutes followed by a minute break and then a new sparring partner. Every half hour or so, there was a short break walking on a treadmill while talking to Mr. Singh about visualizing the fight, things going on in my life and about my meditation.The evening was a ball buster and had me tired as hell. I was just as tired as my day hiking in the heat. I wasn’t that beat when I got home to. But, now it was open and waiting for me. It was mine to have just as it had been for my father on that night so long ago. Every nerve in my body was tingling with a depraved need for release, that could only be satisfied in one way. At last my mother lay before me open completely. Then she reached up for me. She grunted as I buried my cock into her vagina all the way up to its hairy hilt. "Make me a woman again," she groaned, thrusting herself up against me, "MAKE ME FORGET YOUR FATHER....