Realizing that I could have hurt her, I sat still letting her adjust. She started pushing back against me so I gave her a little more. Working in and ...out, I couldn’t help but think that her cunt was tight but damn. Even with all the lubricant, I was still having trouble moving in her. I applied more spit to my cock and to her hole. Soon I found myself halfway into her. With slow strokes I continued to ease into her. After a few minutes I was finally all the way in her. I sat still relishing the. The thought being in the same room with Deborah in her nightie (maybe something see-through), again, made her-"If you don't want her, she can stay with me."Clench: Well, so much for relaxing.Deborah told her, "If it were up to me, you could have her-to keep!" Thank you," Curry accepted the offer.Carla found her soprano voice, "Now, wait a minute! Who said I wouldn't rather be with Deborah!" What!!?!" Deborah challenged.Carla rose up off the seat to say, "I, I, I mean, I want to live at home!. He enters me very good, very deep. He grabs my hair and pulls, I am his slut. He begins to fuck me hard like this, his feet on the floor. I can´t really see anything, it is dark. We are a****ls here. I feel his body hit against my body. this man knows how to fuck me good. My hands hold on to the backseat but his hair pulling, hard, keeps me in position. I feel him go harder and deeper. Harder and rougher. His name calling is more intense. I sense he will cum hard, I dont really care if he gives. Mom rolled on her side and guided me to where I was sitting next to her on the bed. Her soft hand slid up and down my cock, making me let out a series of clipped grunts.Cookie was kneeling behind Mom, running her hands over Mom’s ass. She said, “It’s bigger than his dad’s, isn’t it?”Mom looked up at me and nodded. “Your father wasn’t exactly hung. Oh, it’s gorgeous, honey. So hard. I can’t remember the last time I felt a cock this hard.”“Hard for you, Mom,” I heard myself say.Mom’s eyes.