"I wonder how many of these women were dressed by their son" she whispered as we stood at the bar waiting for our drinks, she smelled wonderful and I ...longed to kiss her neck, to nuzzle my mouth into her flesh, to taste her!"I'm wondering how many of them have got a pussy as wet as yours mum" and she giggled deliciously,We sat down at a table where we could see everyone as they came into the pub and she pressed herself against me, I felt the softness of her breas pressing into my arm and I. Softly caressing each other, eventually we began kissing and after about 20 minutes we were getting pretty hot and heavy again. I was sucking on her nipples, which were now hard, nearly 3/4" long like a pencil eraser. Every time I would lightly bite her nipples she would squeal with delight. Soon she was rubbing my stiffening cock and my fingers were exploring her still, very wet pussy. I climbed between her legs, as she lifted them to let them rest on my shoulder as I took the head of my cock. She fought, kicked and screamed all the way up her stairs. We just didn't care. Taylor opened her bedroom door and in we went. I stood Jean up beside her bed. She got a nasty look on her face and moved to slap me. I blocked the blow and shoved her down on the floor. "Hey boy, I've been waiting for years to do this. This cunt has fucked with me for years now. It's time she got some back. I'm going first. You think you can hold this itty bitty woman still", Taylor asked?"No problem", I. She lowered herself to where she could rub the straining tip of my penis across her slippery sex, which she did for a moment or two before reaching back, gripping me, and guiding me into her tight, slick heat. She let out a soft gasp, as she always does when the head of my cock pushes through the snug muscles at the opening of her tunnel, and then sank down on me, taking my entire cock into herself until her ass was pressed tightly against my balls. The sensation is exquisite, like no other,.