Paul stared at my ass and putting his hands on my hips eased his cock inside me and began fucking me.

“Faster. I looked over my shoulder at him, “And harder! Your mother needs you to fuck her, now do what I tell you!"

Paul moved faster, now fucking me with long hard strokes that felt damn good.

“Harder!" I snapped, “I'm not Jen, I'm a real woman, now fuck me!"

Paul went a little harder, but still not enough for me and I kept egging him-and myself-on.

“Come on, Paul! Don't forget your mother's been fucked by some big fucking dicks and a lot of them you need to really fuck me so I can enjoy it!"

I yelped in surprise as Paul began hammering away at my pussy, driving into me so hard his balls were slapping against my clit.

"Oh, you don't like that, do you?" I asked, smiling away at him, “Don't like hearing what a used up your whore mother is? How she's been fucked by all those huge cocks? Sometimes more than one at a time!"

“Oh, fuck!" I cried out as Paul really tore into me. The look on his face was one of anger, his eyes hard and his lips set in a scowl as he squeezed my hips hard enough to hurt.

"Yeah, that's it! That's the way I like it! You see that movie where I ran a train with six guys? Just me on my knees like this and one at a time they fucked me then came on my back then the next one fucked me!"

“Shut up hard slap. Paul hissed and punctuated that remark by dealing my ass a

The blow excited me and I kept it up, “And I had to suck on them in between, a two hour shoot the whole time a cock in each end like a pig on a spit!"

Paul slapped the other side of my ass, then again and again as he fucked me even harder.

“Stop talking Like that!" He yelled at me even as he fucked me.

“That was one scene, another was the same, but they all took my ass! Sometimes I'd ride one, take one in the ass and suck another, plus jerk the other two off! Five cocks at once! Your mother can multi task, can't she?"

“You're not my mother!" he yelled slapping my ass again, “Not like you are now! You're acting like a whore to make me fuck you

To my dismay he pulled his cock from inside me. I sat up on my knees and turned to face him.

“I said we don't stop until I say so!"

“I'm done!" Paul yelled back, as he fought to catch his breath, “This isn't you! This is some sick point you want to make! I don't want you like this! I want my mother, not...not the slut you're acting like."

“oh, honey, this is not an act.

I shoved him hard, catching him by surprise and sending him onto his back. Before he could sit up, I straddled him and sat on his cock.

“Fuck," he moaned, “Get off me!"

He started to put his hands up, but grabbing them, I pinned his arms to the floor over his head and leaning my weight on them held him down as I bucked my hips riding him wildly.

“Mom stop! Please stop!" He moaned, his eyes filled with pain, no sign of lust at all anymore. But his cock was still hard. Molly's insatiable pussy wouldn't let him get soft.

“Just lay there and let me fuck you! I'm only giving you want you want, what you wanted so badly you'd stalk and humiliate me!"