She looked up at me and smiled before moving her lips to the head of my now rock-solid cock, and slowly engulfed me. She continued until I felt her no...e against my pubic hair, stayed there for a second, and slowly pulled herself back up. She then began bobbing her head up and down at a steady rhythm, occasionally stopping to lick all the way up and down my shaft or kiss my throbbing tip. After a few minutes I pulled her up towards me, mashed my lips into hers, and flipper her over onto her. Zeke watched him for half a second before he grabbed his hand and pulled him along. Adam gasped as he felt the sudden warmth surging through his body, stemming from that small gesture. He didn’t notice he had entered Tripper Laina, didn’t even hear the jingling bells attached to the door, as he tried to make sense of the sudden onslaught of emotion. When Zeke let go, he felt a moment of sadness though it was quickly erased as he took in the shop. ‘Wow…’ Was all he could manage. There were. I said sorry. But she simply smiled. I could not concentrate on the music as the feeling of touching her breast started coming to my mind again and again. I excused myself, went to toilet and masturbated thinking fucking my mother-in-law. I came back to my seat after 10 minutes. My mother-in-law gave me another sexy smile and asked me whether I am relieved. I said yes. After the programme when we were returning in the car she asked how it was. I asked her what. She replied everything. I gave. She had allowed him to reach to the point where all the indications were that she was ready and willing to receive him into her, and now she could see the hurt and bewilderment etched on his face. “We can’t…we can’t,” she said again, and ran hastily from the room, and entering her bedroom leaned back against the door. Nariah knew she had thrown away something precious and beautiful; the opportunity to make love with her son. She knew she had hurt him.