Sally's own moans were louder now, becoming gasping little screams, andshe knew her fingernails were raking the smooth skin of her boys back. Butshe c...ouldn't help herself, couldn't stop, couldn't stop anything she wasdoing. The pounding of her hips sounded as frantic as the frenziedstruggles of an impaled moth. Then her climax was on her, pounding, choking her in a crescendo of sensation.“Now,” she screamed, “oh, God son, now.”Walter drove his pulsing prick deep into his mom's body in a. You run the tip of your member across my wetness. But soon, you enter me. hard and fast. I let out a sound, a cross between shock and pain and love. You pull out. you thrust in. You feel every inch of my tightness around you as you fill me completely as only you can. You thrust, in and out, your hands on my hips, guiding me back and forth. I buck against you, grinding into you, complementing our rhythm. In and out, back and forth. faster, deeper, harder. I start letting out little shrieks. I had let our older daughter stay with friends this weekend and our son, being recently turned 17, was up in his room on his game console as I had agreed that he was old enough to be left alone for a few days. That was of course before I found his stash of porno mags and DVD's so I was pretty sure what he had planned for the weekend.Oh! ... frustration.I cleared the table and dumped the dirty dishes in the sink for later. I told my husband I was going for a shower and then I was off to bed. He. And I DEFINITELY need sunscreen, with my fair skin. Not only that, but when Amy came out here she very thoughtfully left some lotion." She wiggled suggestively. "Care to put some on me?"He sighed. "I guess." You guess? What kind of attitude is that? You've got a buck-naked woman wanting you to slather her 38Gs with lotion, and you sigh like you've just been told to mow the lawn?" Sorry. It's just that I'm so weary. It's this six-times-a-day schedule. Even though I don't keep close track.