"What color do youwant?" Reddish. More toward auburn."The lock of hair turned dark red. "Better?" he asked, looking down at me.I frowned. "No. There's...still work to do." What!" he screeched. "What else could you possibly not like?" These," I hefted my breast. "These are monstrosities. They're punchingbags. Make them smaller."He stared dumbfounded at me. "That ... that doesn't make sense. All guyslike big tits. Besides, they're only D's." Right," I said. "Just like the foot-long dong that used. Boy, did I shoot my load that day.I need to come on to her but I'm worried she may tell my son and that would be disastrous. ~~~I fantasise about seeing her out socialising but she does not see me. I follow her from bar to bar then see her with another man, dancing and kissing. I follow them back to the hotel, where they enter a room. I then somehow get access to the room only to find this man fucking Amanda doggy style on the bed.They both jump up and Amanda exclaims, "what the fuck are you. In a small circular motion, I started to rub the sensitive nucleus of her sexual nerve endings.She adjusted her stance... her legs parting slightly wider, she was pushing against my hand urging my attention of her pussy to continue. Her hand was gripping my cock harder and moving at a much slower rate, as she concentrated on her own satisfaction. I could not believe how wanton my mother had become in the past day… or perhaps she has always been sensual… just that she had disguised it so well.. "Whoops! I'm sorry, little guy." Before he could react the woman had him up and in her arms. In alternating pulses, my cat squirmed and froze while she petted him. She looked at me and smiled, "Is he yours?"I squirmed a little as well. She wore a loose shirt and a pair of khaki shorts, which showed off a long pair of, tan legs and ankle socks tucked into a pair of tennis shoes. I looked up into a pair of ice blue eyes, which I could feel having seen before, maybe in a dream. Her face was.