As Bobby rose from the couch, he addressed my wife. “It looks like you enjoyed the appetizers. Are you ready for the main course now?”“Oh god ye... Bobbie. I’m all yours and always will be.”Bobby dropped to his knees and grabbed her legs. He raised them and rested them on his shoulders, his big hard cock rubbing and teasing her wet juicy pussy. My wife was almost crying with lust. He made a quick thrust, shoving just the head of his massive tool into her. In a few seconds he withdrew then quickly. "I love you mom." "I love you too Stephanie."She rolled us over and I was on top, my body still pressed against her. She wrapped her hands around my lower back and kept thrusting slowly and gently. My cock throbbed, my nipples were erect, I had goose bumps over my entire body, sweat was dripping down my skin and my mother made love to me. We moaned into each other's mouth. Her body trembled as the toy rubbed her insides as well. Our tongues entwined, saliva mixed. I groped her breasts and. ’ A little. She thought to herself. ‘Thank god for that.’ Gen checked her watch. ‘It’s best you get to bed Leslie, seems like tomorrow is going to be a busy day for you.’ Shawnie collected the bowls and made her way out of the room. ‘Sleep well Ms. Ryan.’ ‘Thanks Shawnee.’ Leslie watched as Gen picked up the ice cream. ‘Gen can I ask you something?’ ‘Of course.’ ‘You said it was a romantic time, what happened after?’ Gen went completely still, refusing to turn and face her. ‘We wanted to. For me, that particular dream died with a lot of others. I got to read the poems as they came in, sitting in the airless, windowless room allotted to us in a 1930s, wannabe Gothic, PWA building in our public (but cheap) college. They were all written on paper, would you believe the whole entire college had only one computer, an IBM 7 series the size of a walk-in refrigerator. Most of the poems showed promise, most as firestarters for barbecue charcoal, but we had to print a few. Yes, I was an.