Mom. seated on the edge of the bed, pulled down Matthew's pajama pants, running her hands over his ass, slipping a couple fingers into the crevice. Hi... body obscured the view but I knew she was sucking his cock. Her body was hunched over and moving slightly. Matthew let out a soft sigh. Matthew did not have a particularly big cock. I have seen it frequently while we got dressed together. It was short and chubby. Once in a while I caught a glimpse of it erect. Now I mentally visualized mom. Wes: So tell me, how and why did you get hold of so many antique weapons?Eddie: It was part of the Unformed Law Enforcement Act that a weapon manufactured more than a hundred years ago could be bought and sold without license or tracing number engraved on them as long as they aren't fully automatic.Wes: So that takes care of the Shotguns, but there were several racks of other weapons in your spare bedroom.Eddie: I got a couple of 1903 Springfield rifles. They are also classified antiques.Wes:. "Wow," she said."Yeah," I agreed."I forgot to say that the first time, but even more this time, Wow." Uh-huh."We held hands and stared into each other's eyes like a couple of kids, which I guess I was but she certainly was not. Our lower half remained naked. My pants and underpants puddled around my still shorn feet. A draft, that wonderful constant trade wind which made Hawaiian nights always magnificent played against our skin cooling and drying our sticky fluids made the moment awkwardly. The sun is not yet up for hours and the only light is the light of a street lamp shining through a gap in my roller blinds leaving me in a surreal world of black, white and shades of grey.The silence of the early morning ends when next to me, a body moves and I hear the unintelligible murmur of someone talking in her sleep. The body turns to me and I feel an arm over my chest and a warm body creeps close to me. As a protective wing I put my arm over her and stroking her back repeatedly until.