I didn’t know what to do I just wanted to forget what I saw. As soon as we walked in we met my husband who said my texts had made him laugh so hard,... “what text” Pam asked.I didn’t have time to stop him, he said that I told him she was fucking her dad. Pam looked horrified and almost forced me into the garden, “you saw us” she said while almost crying. “I won’t tell anyone, we can say I was joking to my husband” and I went to get up but she held my arm and sat me back down. Please don’t tell. Give it to me!” There were no more words. Instead, the pressure against my pucker increased. I tried my best to relax it, but it was stretched wider and wider. It felt dirty and naughty, and suddenly twinges of pain shot through it. “Stop!” I wailed, and my pucker clenched hard around the tip of his cock. Each clenching hurt like hell. “You’re tearing me apart!” “Stop panicking,” he told me. “It’s nowhere near tearing. But I’ll give you a few seconds and count to ten. One.” I tried to breathe. My mind still wasn't clearly focused, and although I had checked out the press for job vacancies, after working so long for myself, nothing really appealed, and if I'm honest, my motivation wasn't that high. I had reverted back quickly into the helpless boy my mum took care of all those years ago.In the mean time, I had confirmed that mum wore a 38C bra, and also had quite a selection of suspender belts and stockings. Mainly black, but a variation of colours. I particularly liked an emerald. I buried my nose and squeezed her ass. She was moaning with delight. I had to enter her before I lost my load.I stood and quickly dropped my trousers round my ankles, guided my cock up and swiftly buried it deep in her pussy in one motion. She squealed. I groaned. It was amazing. I started pumping long deep thrusts, sliding my hand up her body and held her breasts. Big soft and loose, they were the breasts of a woman who had raised three k**s. Sensing I wanted access she let go of the counter.