I tucked a pillow under my arm and pulled Mom over to the big soft chair. I sat her in the chair and positioned her so she sat on the cushion’s fron... edge. I dropped the pillow to the floor, to kneel on. I got on my knees between my Mommies legs. I lifted her legs and draped them over my shoulders. I inhaled the pungent aroma of her wet cunt. My thumbs opened her crevice and then cleared the wet hairs away from the open crack.I lapped at her opening like a man dying of thirst. I pulled her cunt. . So as I was massaging her buttocks, I said, these clothes are becoming a hindrance, I am not able to move hand smoothly.. She smile and said ok.. and then removed her pant. She was now in her panties. It was a white panty with small flowers in them.. I then started massaging her inner thighs again, slowly and steadily , making progress up and up.. She started swinging her body , matching the rhythm of my hands.. I was thinking, wow.. this is what happens.. Then I slowly toughed her crack.. I. We were just sitting down to eat when there was a knock at the front door. I went and got it as Dad served everyone. It was my camera crew. I had forgotten about them."Hey, sorry. I got distracted. Were you supposed to film my family?" I asked."Would it be too much trouble?" Mr. Lester asked."Actually, I would rather you didn't. My parents don't need to be in the video. You are welcome to come to dinner though," I offered.We were having spaghetti so Dad had enough for everyone. I put more. My body was on edge just from these thoughts and the anticipation. When Albert put his big hand on my back to guide me into the main guest house door, being the gentleman, feeling his strong, guiding hand on my nearly naked back, my body leapt in excitement, in energy, and anticipation of pleasures awaiting me, awaiting us.He needed to lead me now. I stepped to the side, allowing him to take the lead, which he did. He went to the left of the commons area, opening the door and letting me go in.