I gave her a pair of scissors too. Then we all sat down.I said, “Ok whore. Your dressing is in the bowl. Cut the ends off the rubbers and squeeze th...e cum onto your salad. That is what you will eat today.”Mom glared at me, but said, “Yes Mistress.”She picked up the scissors and one of the condoms. She cut off the end and then squeezed the stale cum out onto her salad. It looked nasty. I like cum, but that was just nasty looking. But, it wasn’t me who had to eat it. I had a thought of her doing. Once again, she said to herself, “this is all a very bad dream, no way this is happening, just ignore it and it will go away!”In her mind’s eye, she could see herself removing her shirt to find a masculine chest covered in hair. Slowly she removed her shirt. It was ok, looking back at her, the reflection was the same one she knew. With the small breasts, black hair and slim figure.Now she was honestly terrified. she was about to remove her pants and once again she repeated the mantra: “This is. This was nothing like what I had in mind for my marriage. It was sick and wrong. I loved it! We would go out of town and I’d sit at a classy bar while the guys made their advances. I’ve seen guys make total fools out of themselves with her. She gets studs, though. Always. This story is about a typical Saturday night. We drove to Bakersfield, got a room and prepared for another crazy night.Carol brought a very sexy pleated skirt and top that showcased her legs and breasts. Nylons and medium. " And with that, she sheathed his hard dick with her wet, warm pussy. Eamon bit down on the nipple in his mouth and grasped her hips as the most powerful sucking sensation enveloped him. He flexed his fingers into her flesh as she bucked her hips at the wild sensation his teeth caused. Passion coursed through their bodies as she moved her hips steadily up and down, back and forth on his cock. He came suddenly, spurts of cum shooting over and over into his mother's body. "Mooooooooom" he cried.