She heard his breathing, shallow but steady, and she knew he was watching her. Her brown hair, tied up in a ponytail, moving back and forth. Her hand,...stroking his balls. Her pert ass, pooched out as she knelt before him. Oh yeah, he’s getting quite a view, she thought. I may be thirty-six, she though, but I have the body of a college cheerleader. She heard his breathing pick up as her hand left his balls and wrapped firmly around the base of his cock. She started stroking him, long and slow,. But I'm over that now."At that moment, Freddie stumbled into the living room, rubbing his eyes. When he saw Carly he put his hands over his nipples as he was just wearing his boxers. "Oh hey, Carly."Carly giggled, "Hi Freddie." So are we all cool now?" He asked.Carly nodded. "Yeah, congratulations by the way." Thanks Carly, I know that I speak for Sam when I say…" Oh hush it Benson, don't speak for me when I'm in the same room," Sam told him. She turned back to face Carly. "What the man-dork. She rubbed his cock more fervently this time against her cunt slit. Kevin could feel his swollen cock head continuously grinding against his mother's dripping pussy under her guidance. He palmed her juicy tits and squeezed and fondled them. She moaned with lust, in the process releasing his tongue."Ohhhh... mom... I... I... wanna fuck you." He gyrated his hips, trying to force his cock inside her willing pussy as it glided over her slit. "Please let me fuck you mom."Rebecca smiled with his. "So, whatdo you say? Would you like to get together and see what kind of music wecould make together? And, I mean music, no funny business. In fact,you'll have to promise me now that what happened last night was a onetime thing and will never happen again. Deal, or no deal?" I asked andlaughed.The phone remained silent for just a bit too long. "Fred?" I asked again."You know Joan, this all started out as kind of a joke," he started."Still, the idea has possibilities. Why don't you come over.