Her breasts were the symbol of her sexuality and her appeal. I embraced her and started kissing her lips. Her blouse was barely two inch long from beh...nd. I was able to move my hands all over her back. The kiss went on deep as we started licking each other’s lips vigorously. Her balls were completely punctured against my chest. I loved it. She started dipping on the bed. In addition, she started kissing my neck and case chest. I allowed her for a minute but then enough was enough. I pushed her. Miller gripped her legs tighter for better leverage. He could taste her juices. They were so sweet. He wished this moment would never end. But alas, all good things…Mary came. Mary came and she squirted. Mr. Miller had completely forgotten about her ‘talent’ and was subsequently taken by surprise when she screamed and a warm, sweet liquid shot into his mouth. He was surprised that something like this could taste so good. He pressed his mouth harder into her pussy as she squirmed hard on. "Oh, Mom, I want to make love to you. I love you so much already, I just want us to have a new way to love each other. Please let me?" A new way to love each other? It sounded so lovely. It really did. I already was holding his cock in my right hand as my left was on and in my pussy. I knew I was starved for sex. Knew he was, too. A new way for my son to love me, for me to love my son. What could be wrong with that? If we both wanted it? "Are you sure it's what you want?" "Oh, Mom, I've wanted. When a rich person moves into a town, particularly if he buys the towns main industry, there is a tide of suspicion which needs dealing with. Especially if the suspicions are well founded. Gossip is the biggest influence in opinion forming, but TV, Radio, and Newspapers follow closely behind.After a few months study and experience, I had a clear view of the local media. The TV station was run by a young, rampant left-wing journalist who would never see me as a good thing. He had to go, but I.