Forbiddenpassion is truly the best, and a grateful lover I have. Those passionatesounds a son doesn't hear, are now filling Michaels ears. It turns hi... onand rightly so,... it's a sound a Son shouldn't hear. My breasts just bouncewith his every thrust, my pussy squeals with joy. He's doing better andlearning fast while exploring his own technique. It's always missionarybut in time, I'll offer other positions.I'm in his room and the door is locked, his bed has a squeak indeed.A chorus of moans. "I obey, getting warmer and warmer from both embarrassment and arousal. His eyes searching over my body."Get on your hands and knees and face the mirror you fucking slut." I obey, looking up innocently, and in disbelief. I wanted him to make me scream his name with pleasure. He drops his bag to the floor. I glance over at the bag."Keep facing the mirror." He demands. "I want you to look at yourself while I teach you your lesson."He kneels down behind me. I jump a little. He begins caressing my. . it's only three months. When we go back to school, I'll be back again. We'll be back together. I love you, Dory. This doesn't change anything. I love you."We wrapped our arms around each other and I could feel the tears that Dory was shedding. I was sure this would be a difficult thing for her ... for us both, but I was convinced it was the right thing to do."You won't forget me, will you?" she asked as she wiped the tears from her eyes."How could I possibly forget you," I smiled. "I love you. It's all part of being the one of us who stays home. However, with company coming, the girls all went on a cleaning tear, because apparently I didn't do it right.Mimi and Geoff had originally invited us to come visit them, but the girls wanted to do it on their own terms and in a place that was familiar to them. So we invited our friends up to visit us for a long weekend once school got out. There's enough to do where we live that we could entertain the kids during the day and have some side.