I could use my imagination after that. Our newest encounter had begun. I ran the ice cube over Sarah’s stomach, along the inside of her thighs, and ...ver her pussy lips, returning every once in a while to each nipple. When my new toy had melted, I sucked on Sarah’s hard nipples, and pinched each, slowly increasing the pressure as I twisted and pulled. Sarah liked some pain when I played with her nipples. When I was done, her nipples were hard and red, looking a little bruised. I leaned down and. I shouldn't have done it," she said, calling on as much remorse as she could find. Her hand began to move idly on Chris's thigh, squeezing and caressing him gently. "I wish I could make it up to you." Suddenly the room grew thick with tension. Chris was afraid that his mother would be able to hear his heartbeat. His penis was now fully erect and pulsing, making a tent in the sheets. It hadn't taken much to make him stiff, as he was still excited from eating Melissa. In fact, he could still. Relaxed us. For the conversation we had to have. We had to talk it through. Undeniable, we both fell for each other. We both wanted to fuck each others brains out. But we had that fundamental problems: She was my mother. I was her son. A total no go. We argued about it. Found pros and cons. And we found no real reason not to head on. Let our lust go. Look were it all will go. After it was done we both smiled at each other. Lucky about our decision. So we drove on.And I watched her drive the. She sucked my bottom lip and bit it lightly before kissing me more passionately again. As promptly as our little bar corner make-out session began, we stopped and realized we needed to not be seen by our colleagues. Without a word, simply a look, we knew it was time to head to one of our rooms. A quick glance back to make sure no one saw what was going on and we were headed for the elevator. Remaining as professional as possible in case we passed one of our superiors, we arrived on the 5th.