"You want this." It was not a question."Yes," she breathed huskily."Tell me." I want to feel the sting of your hand as it slaps my bottom. I want to s...quirm as the heat it brings builds. I want to feel your strength. I want you to be my master. I want you for my man." Her spanking began slowly and lightly. John wanted to prolong this as long as possible. Not just to enjoy having her over his lap, but also to raise the sexual tension between them to a frenetic level. After a dozen smacks, her. .," he began to speed up face-fucking me like a man possessed, " Do you think our voyeur is enjoying you as much as I did?"His cock pushed harder and deeper into my mouth causing me to retch, he pulled out as the eye at the hole muttered ," Fucking hell yes!" He stood me up pushing me forward against the seat, positioning himself behind he ripped away my knickers and jammed his solid cock into me, the fasteners on his basque dug into my back as his cock hammered into me, his hans kneaded my. He would rather read than go out, but he greatly idolized Adam, in an almost unhealthy way.Our Mom Cassie was 45 years old and still in amazingly great shape. She had always worked out and no one believed she had been pregnant three times. Her breasts sagged a bit, but she usually wore outfits and bras that kept them standing at full attention. I would be lying if the majority of my high school wank sessions weren't about my Mother. But like all guys, fucking their Mother is just a naughty. I took her to our first date, she was cute, seemed happy, and made appropriate noises. She enjoyed our day out; we did the conventional routine of dating. I thought maybe she was the one and put of my mask for a while, and the usual result. She was shocked to see me. Unemotional, unassuming, but stupid man behind the mask. Didn't I expect this? Well if I had to try it with someone. I chose to put her on my work list of providing for, along with my parents and so called friends. I wish I could.