She put her hands above her head and gripped hard onto the sheets.”Yes! Fill me up!” “Oh god! Kyle, your fat shaft is stretching me to the limit!” She gasped each time I hit bottom. “Mom?!” I cried out. “Yeah baby?” She replied. “D-do I need to pull out?” She grabbed my face homemade in her hands. “No, don’t you fucking dare! Oh god! This is the best fucking I’ve ever desi had. Your mother’s pussy is where your cum belongs.” She suddenly gripped my cock hard making me brace on the creaking bed. She threw her pussy back into my dick, driving herself to another orgasm. I felt my head tickling her cervix and I built up speed. “Just a little more baby!” She pleaded, “Mommy’s almost there!!” Cum blasted from her pussy like a cannon and I used the lubricant to force my cock even deeper. I gripped her boobs roughly and slammed into her womb. “That’s it my fucking beautiful gifted boy!” She screamed, “Fuck the life out of your mother!” Mom turned over and spanked her own ass. “Right there Kyle!” She ordered with a fire in her eyes, “Stick that monster right there!” I plunged upon her, grabbing her hips. She bucked wildly throwing her soft ass back indian on me as I fingered her pussy vigorously. She kissed my neck and I moaned more as I pulled her hair. “Yes!!!!” She cried and she screamed without stopping. My balls slammed against her soft cheeks and she screamed even louder. “Oh fuck! That’s the spot!” She began shaking wildly as I pushed deeper inside. My balls slapped her ass, turning the soft skin beet red. "Oh... Oh fuck yes!!!!" Mom screamed as I buried my balls inside her. I reached under and grabbed two handfuls of her bountiful tits. She lowered her head and her ass lost grip on my allowing me to adjust. “Can I join you?” We quickly dressed in indian lighting speed. I got out of bed and slipped on a hotel robe to go to the next room. "So do I. But I want to take you to Toronto. We’ve been approached three times by unions who wanted to represent us and each desi time they’ve been voted down. Luckily, the other two women were wearing bikinis too. We sat there in the warm morning sun eating breakfast and talked about last night's event, discussing the decision we made to spend the rest of our lives together. She jingled the coins in one hand as she pulled her robes back down over her wet breasts, and she seemed quite pleased with herself on the whole. While I would never rate as a movie homemade star, I am not bad looking. Kurt showed me that when he offered up his new girlfriend, Kristina, for me to fuck before the last Saturday game. He has a towel tied around him, chest high, the way a woman would wear a towel.