But only on the sofa!) I can'thelp but reminisce about the life I had. Not the three years as Jamesthe loser, but the years before, when I was in scho...l, had a family... Apart of me, a very big part of me wants that again. To go back and beaccepted as their child. As I gently caress the stretched skin over mybreasts, though, I know I can never have it exactly the way it wasbefore. My parents were barely tolerant of James right up to the pointthey kicked me out- what will they say to Jamie-Lee. As she continued with her finger, I could begin to detect the aroma emitted from her cunt as she got more excited. Suddenly, she inhaled sharply, moved her other hand to her nipples, and began breathing much harder than before. I looked her way, and noticed that her wet spot had gotten quickly larger as she came right beside me. I couldn't hold back any longer, and began stroking my cock again through my shorts. In just a few strokes, my cum began shooting from my dick, some even escaping under. " he replied hesitantly, "and....." "And what, baby?" "... and... you, Mom!" he gasped, staring directly between my carelessly parted thighs. I did incredible things to my pussy to know that my son was staring hungrily at his own mother s sopping crotch. "Ohhh, Charles!", I gasped. Leaning down, I kissed him on the lips, not like a mother kissing her son, but like a woman kissing her younger lover. Surprisingly, Charles knew exactly what to do. He parted his soft, young lips and let my. “Hey, Momma, how was lunch?” Tommy asked.“Lunch was fine, Tommy. Now what can you tell me about this check and receipt?” she said, waving them in front of his face.Tommy looked at the check and shrugged his shoulders.“That’s money to expand the store the way Mister Harold wants. I heard him talking about how the bank wouldn’t give you all of the money, so I did.”Rita nodded and smiled that motherly smile that Tommy lived to receive.“Don’t you think that maybe you should save this money for your.