In her home, there was a strict rule about dinner. Dinner was always at six, and anyone who was in the house was required to be there. The reasoning b...ehind this was that she wanted to keep some structure that would guarantee time with her boy. Exceptions were made to the rule, but only in rare cases and often only because of her. One more thing that was almost absolute rule in the house is that they swapped days cooking. Patricia wanted to make sure her son could survive without her, especially. .she smiled and did just that as he went down on her. For about 5-10 minutes he worked her over til she was begging to get fucked. He got up grabbed a condom...then she said for him not to use it, that she wanted to feel him without it...he lookied at me and I nodded it was ok. I think he got harder at that point....so he climbes on top of her and he aimes that cock at the opening and starts sliding in. He slowly slides all the way in without stopping while she starts moaning away then he. “One fucking hour, just one fucking hour!”As she berated herself, she knew she was fighting a losing battle. An itch was an itch and it had to be scratched.“Oh fuck! Alright, you win. I give up. But first, the shopping.”For the next ten minutes she bustled around the kitchen putting items in cupboards and on shelves. All the time, like an alien inside her, the need and the itch grew and grew. This feeling was so familiar to her it almost seemed natural now that when the need was on her nothing. Long gone was the quiet reserved Niki who had only gone out with boys a couple of times. This was the eager ‘fuck me’ Niki, obsessed with feeling all that life had to offer. Embracing her cunt’s eagerness, she welcomed the touch of a new cock inside of her. Groaning a bit as she felt the first touches at her entrance, she sucked Roger’s cock as well as she could as a shaft of hot maleness speared into her from behind.“God damn! She’s just letting us fuck her like this? And she wears that plug.