Any time I wanted to sing with Emily, all I had to do was start singing and she'd chime right in. Besides, I had my other god given talent as a trash ...an. Now my career hauling trash was real important to me, not this singing for your supper stuff. I figured as how once the blush was off the rose with this singing on the stage it would somehow all blow over and I would go back to my first great calling, which is hauling trash.About two hours later, Connie came roaring up in her little sports. It rippled out of me. I rubbed my thighs together. My naked breasts swayed. I wanted to moan in delight as I watched Clint knead his mother’s breast.“Don’t I know just what you need?” he growled as he squeezed her tit. “You are frustrated. Horny. You have a body that deserves to be worshiped. Mom, I’m here for you.”“But it’s wrong,” she groaned. “Your father, he’s—”“He’s not here,” he said. “He’s never here. But I am, Mom.” Clint turned her around and cupped her face. Her cheeks burned red. Her. I was getting a hard on as we held each other it pressed against her leg and she definitely felt it. Her eyes git wide and she smiled."is this supposed to be for me?" she asked as she rubbed my thigh."it is only of you want it." she touched it though my pants, feeling it's hardness. I rubbed her thigh as she was rubbing my dick. "How about we get these pants off so we can see it?" she asked. I was so nervous. Nobody had ever seen my dick before. I slowly slid them off but left my boxers on,. I had prearranged a five course menu of pumpkin soup, spring greens salad, conch fritters, grilled lobster with garlic butter and root vegetables and mango cheesecake for dessert. The dinner was professionally served course by course in the slow European style of dinning I love. The food was delicious but my company was even more delicious. Everything my eyes saw, the sea lapping at our feet, the palm trees swaying in the light breeze, the luminary candles glowing in the sand and this gorges.