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First her tee shirt, she inspected her small breasts, her flat tummy, she ran her hands over her body, she was forty-seven but still sleek, she shimmied out village of her panties. Thighs as slender as a teen, her nicely trimmed pubic hair, she ran her hand down over her abdomen, she realized her tummy was roiling, she felt contractions in her womb. She touched herself, wet, she was lubricating, she walked to his room. Ryan was sleeping, she crawled in beside him and pressed her naked body against him. She took his flaccid penis from his boxers, kissed it and began to stroke. It wasn’t a dream, as his eyes opened she was there, “I spoke with Ursula, it will be Ok, but now I want you in me.” Not one to deny a beautiful woman, Ryan slid atop her as she opened her legs, she took him in. “Fuck me Ryan, fuck me good, I want to feel your sperm in me,” he started slowly. “No, no, fuck me hard, batter your Mommy’s cunt, I want to be screaming when you cum in me.” He climbed further up her body and wrapped his arms around her pulling her into a tight little ball she wasn’t going anywhere, with his first violent thrust he hurt her, he continued to pound, “Is this what you want Mommy?” She was already screaming, it was now, “Yes, yes, yes, Oh God, fuck me, cum in me.” He was hurting her, he knew it but it was what she wanted, all balled up she wailed at the top of her lungs as he continued. He came with a roar, thrusting harder and harder, it seemed that it was unending, the massive quantity of semen he deposited in her. As he pulled out she straightened her legs, crying she staggered towards her room, semen ran down her inner thighs, she fell into bed and buried her head in her pillow. When she awakened Ursula was sitting on her bed. Accusingly she demanded, “I heard you last night, you were with Ryan, weren’t you?” She couldn’t deny indian it, anyone with eyes could see that she’d been roughly fucked, she uttered, “Yes.” Ursula got up, “It was my turn,” she screamed as she stalked out of the room. Although they were all at the breakfast table it wasn’t as though they were a close family, Ursula didn’t say a word, she ate, rinsed her plate and, with a sniff of disdain, walked out the front door. Ryan was mute, he’d given a Good Morning to his Mother and Grandmother before squaring himself up for another day as a recruiter, even Tina was quieter than usual. “We’re not going to play today Kim, he was rough with me yesterday, I liked it but I’m paying today, I hope you don’t mind.” “Mom, last night... She confessed everything that had happened, Ursula, herself and the agony she’d endured. “”Why Kim, why let him do those things to you?” “Mom, you don’t understand, I didn’t let him, couple I demanded it, I wanted it.” Tina looked at her like she was demented. “It’ll make sense when I can tell you everything but I can’t, not now not yet.” Tina and Kim looked like Mother and daughter, ‘though Tina probably showed her age less than nearly any other seventy-one year olds and there was one distinct difference, Kim was peaches and cream from head to toe, Tina had tanned forearms and lower legs, she was a gardener and it showed. “We’re going outside today, you’re going to have to go back to work and I need something to occupy me, we’re going to fix your flower beds.” “Mom, I have a service.” “Yes, they cut the grass and nothing else, I’m going to turn this place into a prize winner and you’re going to help.” A trip to Home Depot, mulch, sprays, fertilizers, gloves, knee pads, and a couple of flats collage of annuals for immediate color. Kim’s knees aches, she was tired of pulling weeds, planting those damned flowers, water mixed with the 10 10 10 fertilizer, what the hell was 10 10 10 anyway, and a mulch collar around them. “Mom, I need a shower and a drink, I’m going in.” Two washed bodies, back in everyday attire of panties and tees, yes, now even Tina had adopted the uniform, it was comfortable, they finished an icy bottle of Pinot Grigio and moods lightened, they were chuckling when Ursula stormed in. Tina said hello to the girl, got ignored for her effort, Kim got a glare that would peel paint and Ursula flounced upstairs, they heard her bedroom door slam. “Excuse me Mom, I think I need to have a few words with that young lady.” Kim punjabi went up. As she opened the door Ursula screamed, “Get out, I don’t want you here.” “Ursula, we need to talk,” Kim said as she shut the door. “There’s no reason for your attitude, you’re upset, I understand.” She would feel him slide it over her full breast, her nipple hardening. John Boerman was not an old man. He had kind eyes and a round face and he was probably around thirty. A band across my forehead keeps my skull back against the collage padded rest. I was in my room later that night surfing the internet. he started fucking her doggie with hard, deep and fast strokes. “That was wonderful. You want to be a disgusting whore, we’ll treat you punjabi like one.” His thighs straddling her throat, his ass was right above her face as he began tugging harshly at her nipples. The best bit was getting dried. “Yes, I’m just sending a couple of photos to your apartmentmates.” “But… we’re not lovers, are we?” she asked me seriously. Well, couple I'd just have to see if my plan would work. 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