They're working you far too hard." "Och, I'm a'right, Mrs. Atkin, it's just a lot of walkin'. It'll be better when I get my car back." "A young lad li...e you needs tae blow off some steam noo and again." She conspicuously placed her bony fingers on his thigh; strangely, he did not immediately recoil from this peculiar action. "Maybe your needin' some help wi' that..." Her eighty-seven year old hand shakily slid to his crotch and began weakly massaging his flaccid member through his black work. "But how did you know?"I looked at Paul who sat next to us, pretending not to be interested in our talk. Or maybe he really wasn't."Paul has never had any secrets from me." No, I could not say that. He had not told her that he had told me. He had not been open to her, and I could not brag that he had always been open with me, even after we had broken up."I read it in his eyes, when he asked me to join," I said."And you joined?" Liz said, surprised."He wanted me to," I said. His engagement. I felt his hands grab my breasts and start to squeeze as he started to thrust away. I felt humiliated being fucked like this by my son. I couldn’t help but cry as he continued to have his way with me. He started pulling my hair with one hand while tightening his grip on my tit with the other. I felt like this monster was going to rip my hair out while he started to thrust away harder. Now a feeling of guilt was sprouting amongst overwhelming fear and pain. A piece of my deep womanhood was. I had heard Eddie say he couldn't fuck me so I figured the best defence was attack. If I excited him enough maybe I could get him to orgasm against me just like Eddie had done. That was humiliating enough but I didn't want to consider any alternative.I turned around and forced myself to move towards Steve and embrace him. I rubbed one nyloned thigh against his leg and reached up and kissed him. His breath was atrocious, I forced myself not to gag and pushed my tongue into his mouth and gave him.