Slowly moving his hands up her muscular thighs he exposed her G-string thong.“Please stop, she said in her drugged out voice.Owen pulled her skirt u... around her waist. He leaned back so he could take a good look at her sexy ass body and the thin G-string thong covering it. She tried to sit up. He pushed her head back into the couch. She was crying, every sob would make her big tits bounce. Owen just started laughing. Then he slid his hands up under her shirt. He began squeezing her breast. She. I don't know why this has been so hard for me, but it must have been an awful lot harder for you. So let's talk."She was in her chair with a book on her lap, "I don't want to make you uncomfortable, mom." I can be uncomfortable, hon, trust me, I can handle it." I put her coffee on the table, sat on the bed and took a sip of mine.She closed the book on her lap, put it on the table and when she shifted to more easily speak to me, her cotton nightie rose up to mid-thigh and a breast strained. In the back of my mind was the strange sensation that I didn't yet have an erection. What was wrong with me? A face and body like this and I couldn't respond?We kissed then for a very long while and all my hands did was move up and down the side of her body, charting the curves, enchanted by the magical smoothness of her.I broke the kiss a couple of times just to look into her face. The second time she asked, "Do I do anything?" Just what you're doing now," I whispered.Her fingers had traced. I love a good blow job but when it comes to sex there is nothing better than a good hard fuck and that was going to be difficult in the present situation. To distract her I slipped my hand behind her and began to rub her ass. Then I lifted her skirt and got down the back of her panties and rubbed her slit. She was wet and my fingers found home in a hurry. I had my thumb in her g-spot and my index finger on her clit and she was wet as El Nino!She had to stop sucking me as she was a little too.