So mother eventually stopped holding me and settled for just lying face down on the bed next to me.Mom may not have been very attractive, which is pro...bably why she was seldom asked out, but having her laying next to me in nothing but a nighty had its affects on me. Often she would fall asleep next to me and I would start to play with my young cock. Soon playing lead to hardons, and hardons lead to masturbating. When I would hear from her breathing that she was asleep I would take my hard cock. I thrust up violently into her arse, and accompanied it with vigorous fingering in her front hole and more gently (despite my desire to treat her roughly as she seemed to want) rubbing her swollen clitoris. She seemed to like this, grinding her hips in a circular motion to encourage me, not that I needed it, as my enthusiasm had soon tipped us on to our sides. Here I could fuck her even harder, pushing my chest away from her back to get a better angle, and freeing my left hand to pull her hair,. We would both be excited when we began making love. The stories included ones about wives who would fuck their husbands asses with strap-on dildos or use double-headed dildos, with one end in the husband's ass and the other in their pussy. We tried both a few times and I thoroughly enjoyed it. It excited me tremendously, although probably as much because we were being so kinky and doing something so nasty and out of the ordinary. However, after a few times my wife was no longer interested in. He looked down at my hands clutching his shirt; he was not pleased. He looked up and glared at me, and then lowered his gaze to my clenched fists, and then lower still to my heaving breasts, now exposed since my arms were pinned to my sides, they were being pushed upward and out of my low cut dress. Our eyes met again but his chiseled face had softened. He was inclined to offer me a deal. He lowered me to floor, my toes touching first and then my heels. He pushed down on my shoulders and I.