Trembling hard, I slidmy hand over my mother’s soft warm flank and across her lower abdomen,through her thick wiry brush, and put the flat of my... fingers againstthose deliciously warm, moist, delicate folds of her pussy lips. Thiscaused an immediate response from my mother, who had clearly been onthe very edge of orgasm as I entered the room. She immediately clampedher hand on top of mine and pressed hard against her. “Jim, no!Don’t… no… Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!” Her. Sometimes I talk dirty to the woman, reminding her of how much better I am than her husband. That typically incites them into powerful orgasms - it sure did for Cindy."I guess my mouth was agape, or maybe I just looked dumbfounded in general because Fred commented on my reaction, laughing "Jesus Tim, lighten up - its just sex." I responded "No, no. I mean I'm not judging or anything, at all. It's just... I've never heard of anything quite like this." Fred replied, casually "Man, its just. This excited my benefactor even more and I usually scored a bonus mag or two if I came in to his mouth.The old fag also owned the porn movie theater next door and I could watch the movies from the projection booth. The old fag knew I liked the rough stuff and to keep me coming by as often as possible, made it a point to order all of the roughies that were becoming available then. I would make him get down on his knees and I would face-fuck him with my pencil-like hard-on while I imagined I. She wanted me to fuck her harder. She repeated over and over to fuck her harder as I slammed my cock inside her pussy. She became really wet and I made sure I told her how I could feel her juices begin to flow. Her breathing began to be rythmned and laborious so I knew she was close. I began to pound her pussy as the sounds and smell of sex filled the air. As she began to cum, her screams of pleasure filled the SUV and our movements rocked it from side to side. Luckily the camper a few spots.