I took all my other calls on my cell. The home phone was there so I kept it as a back-up for those who couldn't get me on the cell, but I used my cell...for everything else. My cell was still off from the time I met Carrie-Ann that night.The message was a little abrupt and without emotion from Chelsea. "Hi Rance, I was hoping you could come over tomorrow, Sunday afternoon, anytime after one o'clock. I'll throw together a nice dinner and we can spend the afternoon talking, watching some football. I understand that he did that intentionally. My wife hurriedly brings some tissue papers and gave him. Instead of taking the papers himself, he asked her to help him clean as he did not intentionally putted down the glass. My wife hesitantly got near him to dry his trouser. She was red doing so as he was thrown drink more at his zipper, he asked her to dry him from there first. Soon she touched him at his zipper place I saw his dick started swallowing rapidly. My wife suddenly pulled her hand. The heat of which paled next to that which radiated across her quaking body as her fingers caressed her love canal in an orgasmic frenzy.Water running down her face, her lips formed a silent O. Rachel felt her legs and arms go weak as repeated waves of delight rippled up and down her naked form.Long silent moments, broken only by the splatter of the shower drops, passed as the blonde rested against the now warm tile. The water washing away the traces of her climax.Exiting the shower, she. Even though I tried to pull her even closer, the only thing that moved was my cock further in and found her ass crack.Me: I’m glad mom, you finally opened up! From now on, no more limits, ok?Mom: Yes, baby, fuck everything else, no more limits!The way she was speaking, I knew she really meant it. I wanted to try out if she had any limits now.Me: Your pussy was really tight, mom. My cock felt really good inside you.She thought of having her sons’ cock inside her made a bit horny.Mom: Baby, you.