Kate’s face was now flushed as she stood and for a good reason, there was a wet spot on the crotch of her red athletic shorts. When I rose, her eyes...widened and a very soft gasp could be heard when she saw the bulge in my shorts.The two of us fumbled around, trying to act nonchalant. I started cleaning the grill as Kate was putting the empty cans and paper plates in a garbage bag. When she finished, she came up next to me and without saying a word, placed her hand on the bulge in my shorts. She. Her cunt was becoming more and more sensitive and the sodden material of her panties was feeling more and more constrictive. Yet, she wanted to take her time and enjoy every detail of seducing her teenage son into fulfilling her, and his, incestuous fantasies.As she remembered for just a moment what she had various "mother" characters do in the stories she had written for the internet, Stephanie moved her hands up and took a tit in each hand. While she looked at her son to see his reaction, she. She asked the porter to please get my luggageand bring them to her car. This is where I probably should have paidmore attention but as most young boys I didn't. WE walked out to hercar, she opened her trunk and I meanwhile I climbed inside the car. WEdrove off to her home with me still unhappy with the current situation.We arrived about an hour later.Her home was a older home, a two story with a wrap-around porch. Thedriveway was mostly pebbles and assorted rocks. The lawn was manicuredand. This i had practiced many times, anticpating this moment. Once he was hard and sufficiently lubed i started to liftt my legs up, lying on my back, until he said, "Nope, Not like that fag, on your hands and knees." I obeyed and crawled onto my hands and knees, waiting for the blissful moment of penatration. As he said, he wasn't gentle, but i didn't care. He thrust in so quickly i saw stars, it hurt a lot but after a minute my pain was replaced by pure ecstasy. My cock was begging for.