‘I figured there was a good reason that he’d been putting a dent in the chocolate. I’m Daniel’s pop, David Langier.’ She shook the offered h...and and smiled back, ‘Joanne Croix.’ ‘A pleasure to finally meet you,’ he said with a wink and headed to the back room. She heard a muffled conversation and then the door opened again. Daniel strolled in with a little tray. He’d shaved again, and his hair had been slicked back as though he’d just stepped out of the shower. He wore a sharply pressed white. We waited for a long time but still, there was no sign of the bus.“Shall we take an auto?” my friend suggested.I agreed so we went to the auto stand. There was a share auto available. It was a small van like a vehicle that could 10 people and the passenger seats were full. So I got in the front with the driver. The driver was a dark skinned, muscular guy. He wore a loose shirt and he smiled as I got in near him. I’ve never had been gay so I didn’t feel anything as I sat near him. One more. I varied my angle and the depth of my thrusts, pounding into the bottom of her sheath and taking care to slide my length across her clitoris. She mewled softly, my only warning before she exploded into orgasm; undaunted, I pushed on, lifting her bodily and bringing us into a kneeling position, my knees pressed together between her legs.Taking the bait, my mother took charge of our forbidden union; where my lovemaking had been fierce, so too was hers, but expressed in a different way. She moved. "You may have muscles on the outside, but I have them on the inside. Who's laughing now?"She couldn't help but smile at the look of shocked delight on her son's face, watching as realization dawned on him. His hips began thrusting wildly as he pounded into her constricted cunt, enjoying the joy of her pussy. This time Linda was the aggressor, and her trained core muscles drained cum from her son several times that night. But her training also focused on her needs, and she clenched hard just as.