The bed was getting soaked with her pussy juice feeling it dampen under my knees. I got this evil thought of her making him sleep in it, right where ...I had fucked his wife. I pulled back harder on her hair, her chest lifting up and back arching more. I pulled her back against my chest because I just needed to get my hands on those tits again. I reached around her and looked at Jay with a smile on my face while he watched me squeeze Connie’s tits and continued pounding her pussy. “FUCK!. Gradually, his dick became firmer and began to rise, until it was contained by the ass pressing down on it. This pressure only succeeded in causing it to become more rigid, until it was like a bar of steel. He could feel the crack between his mother's legs, and finally, her pussy, as the rigid shaft forced itself against the spread cheeks of her ass. There was no doubt she could feel the hard bar against her pussy, but she made no motion or comment that indicated she was aware of his. “Oh God. Oh God.” she yelled over and over. Curiously, I could not tell whether the pleasure consuming her body was so great that “Oh God, Oh God” was an expression of that pleasure, or whether she had reached such an intensity of pleasure that she was afraid that she was not going to get the orgasm and release she desperately wanted, and “Oh God, Oh God” was an expression of that fear. I turned her onto her back, brushed her hand away from her pussy, and ran my thumb violently over her clit. . We stopped kissing for a second so I could pull her top off, closely followed by her bra. I paused for a moment to admire her. Even in the dimly lit tent she was beautiful, not skinny but toned with ample 34B tits, a lithe frame and a navel piercing that glinted in an arousing way. She was a lot shorter than me, about 5”3 with sparkling grey-blue eyes and shoulder length blonde wavy hair. As she pulled my lips back to her own and kissed me hungrily I mentally applauded myself for getting such a.