Though rotund at 5’ 6” and maybe 50 pounds heavier than she was in my teenage years, she was still my mother, the object of many teenage fantasies.... At 200 pounds, there was just more of her.“Mom, there are some things I just can’t do. Dad will be home in a few days.” I tried unsuccessfully to look in her eyes as we talked. However, my eyes kept straying, taking in her luxurious body. She reminded me of a Rubens model with her thick legs and dimpled derriere.I watched in stunned amazement as. She escorted them to the show unit on the little golf cart that the property had. As she drove, she noticed his hand drift up his wife's thigh to slightly under her dress. She couldn't see in her peripheral vision, but it almost looked like he was brushing his fingers up against her sex as Janey drove them. When she finished the short trip she stood up to begin the tour, and there, on the seat of the cart were a few drops of her juices that had dripped from her sopping wet slit into the. Immediately we felt two kickson her right side. Then she asked Larry, are you hungry, and we felt onekick on her left side. Meaning no. Emily thought that was quite hilariousand broke out giggling. I didn't think it was all that funny,particularly as in the not so far future it would be me trying to sendsuch a signal.A communication technique was good to have, but it was the insertion thathad my concern, and I said as much. Mary Ann replied I can wellunderstand your apprehension, and I'm. My pussy writhed about him. I gripped the sheets. I groaned and gasped as the pleasure spilled through me. Clint gripped my tits as he growled out in passion. His cum splattered into me. That wonderful rush of his jizz spurting into me.It was incredible.My pussy milked out the last of the cum from his dick. I shuddered. I quivered. I sucked in deep breaths. My body buzzed with rapture. The pleasure died into a delicious shake. Clint groaned, his voice full of satisfaction.I loved that.As he.