“My name is Tracey,” she emphasized, “and if you call me ma’am again, I’ll have your balls for breakfast.”Tracey was medium height, a litt...le stocky, with not quite shoulder length straight brown hair. It was hard to gauge her age, Linc thought. Late twenties to early forties—the bangs argued younger, but a few grey streaks said older. Her frumpy garment hung from her shoulders almost to her bare feet. She looked like she could be in some back-to-the-land commune.“I’ve been expecting a delivery. When I got off you I almost cried in disappointment. Aw, Im sorry baby. I said with an overly sad look on my face. hows he doing down there? she said glancing down to my crotch Sara did not like the idea of me masturbating, for some reason. So according to her I only got off when she saw me get off. oh him hes dying right now. said with a laugh. The rest of the night was tame, Ali changed into baggy sweats robbing me of another view off her behind, Tracy talked about work as we ate pizza. Sara. ” I pushed into her I looked across the room at the screen; my cock was pushing deep into her cunt, with her lips gripping it like a vice. I saw my legs and her pussy and butt were covered in blood, not wishing her to see this I pulled her head down into my chest and fucked up harder and deeper until she gave a gasp and said ‘Stop… That’s too much.’ I stopped and she began to move gently up and down my dick, I could feel that she was taking more of my manhood into her, for about ten minutes. Then she unhooked her bra letting it drop and her tits fell out. Bettie had handful sized breasts with big dark areolas. Her nipples were one inch long and quite impressive. She was still quite stunning at the age of thirty six. When Jack was a baby she had a lot of trouble trying to ween him off of her titties. Next she unzipped her skirt. Just as she let it drop Jack walked by her room. He glanced inside and saw his mom stepping out of her skirt wearing only her lace black panties. "Hi, uh,.