I'm not going to fuck you. ... I'm ... going ... to **** you. ... You're my property now and I'm going to **** you all night long."With those words, R...obert shoved his thick cock violently into his mother's womb, bottoming out against her abused cervix with the very first stroke. Beth groaned as though punched in the gut, helpless to do anything but ride her son's massive battering ram as he ruthlessly used her. He got his hands beneath her ass and lifted her up, hooking her knees over his. I have to admit I found him rather attractive. He was in his 50s and I was only 19 at the time, but I have always had a thing for the older man.After a couple of more meetings it was obvious we got along and I basically made the first move and asked if he would like to meet for a drink, just the two of us, at some point. At first I think he was a bit taken aback but he said if I would like to, then he would love to "take me out for the evening",We agreed to meet up the following night and I had. "Loose the heels." Rhonda's first reaction was anguish that she had decided to wear the heels even though her son had not specifically requested them, white to match the stockings, garters and the push-up sheer white bra - hoping to anticipate her son's needs, guessing wrong this time. That first reaction dissipated even as her feet flung each heel into the far corner of the bedroom, already forgotten. Without her high heels, Rhonda was a short woman, voluptuous but short. Robert, thankfully,. After a long walk, which she took to stay away from more public areas,she was standing outside of Hayden's apartment, relieved that not oneof the girls she had passed thought anything strange was going on. Allit would take was a girl to be texting Hayden while she walked by, andthe jig would be up."Okay," she said softly as she reached for the handle. The plan was todo the shots in her own apartment, but that relied on the fact thatHayden was rather bad about locking her door. "Yes," she.