"The man behind her took the smallest plug handed to him, already lubed, and very abruptly shoved it directly into her tiny little asshole. She tried ...to jerk away, and the hand on her throat tightened. This got the response M knew it would, she rocked her ass towards the plug and the hand that was holding it in place. M chuckled low, and she immediately knew it was him, only his laugh at that particular point in time could make her shiver like she did. He kept his hand on her throat but. Clare looked at me like what about mom and in wonderment as to what was said in the bedroom.I just smilled and mouthed to her 'later'.*****When the movie was over with, mom said, "Good night you two love birds," as she stood up and started toward her bedroom.Clare looked at me with a surprised look on her face then back at mom as mom walked over to her bedroom door and stepped into her room closing the door behind her self."I take it mom knows about us now?" Yes she does. When we get to my our. Mom was always after me to send pictures, and Dad joked about sending her out to stay with me. Instead of the usual pleasantries and a discussion of baseball standings with Dad, they had something to say and it floored me. Someone had made an offer on the house in Ithaca. The house that I lived in. That I'd grown up in. The house that I'd always considered mine. "I hate to push you, son," Dad told me. "I know you wanted more time out in California. But to tell the truth, you haven't said much. Once free I tossed them over my shoulder and moved my hands to grasp the fuck handles of her high heels.As I slowly spread her heels apart I looked between them at her passionate face. Those sparkling eyes begged me to impale her. Her soft luscious tits rose and fell rapidly to the rhythm of her breathing.“Please, baby don't make me wait.” Marsha pleaded.My eyes continued down across her quivering belly and cleanly shaven pubic mound. Below the swollen petals of her labia looked like a perfect.