If you prefer something stronger, there’s a bottle of Chardonnay in the fridge. I could open that.’ Alicia seemed happy about that. ‘Great. A gl...ss of that would go down well. Don’t worry, Jack. I’ll find everything.’ Sheila and I sat down, making some small talk until Alicia came back, with three glasses, and the bottle. She poured the wine and it was time for Sheila to reveal her plan. I looked at her expectantly. ‘Jack I know that Ms. Cannon resigned on Friday. I am sure that was your doing,. I put my hand in his pants and could feel that he was hard again. His shorts were baggy and I could reach all the way back. I moved my hand back, rubbing his now tight balls.He was making me so hot. His mouth on me was so good, and touching him was sending me over the edge.I told him I was going to cum. As I did I reached back even more and touched his asshole with my middle finger. I just wanted to feel it. It was tight and very warm. "Ahh, fuck Ryan I'm gonna cum." I moaned. He quickly pulled. ? For gods sake the boy has only been gone four months!” That was my husband, Brent’s step-father, Robert.My eyes were squeezed tight and I held back a sob - it had been harder for me than Robert when Brent went off to an excellent University out east, on a scholarship.Brent’s arms were pressed tight against his frame and he gasped, “Mom... ?”Suddenly, I realized I may actually be harming my boy and immediately released him from my loving, but asphyxiating, grasp.Holding his shoulders in my. ” I moved my hand onto her stomach and leaning into her, I kissed her. I didn’t want her to stop me and so I decided I needed to try to slow thing down a little, but as we kissed, all I could think about was feeling her pussy. I gently pressed my cock against her thigh, as we French kissed. I wanting Madison to know I was still hard and hopefully she would understand that I wanted more.Cautiously, I moved my hand down her stomach to her bikini bottoms again and as I started I press my finger.