"I'm back daaha!" She called up as she took off her running shoes and walked up the stairs barefoot.She came into the bedroom. "So honey, did you slee... well"? she asked in a slightly exhausted voice and an almost audible heartbeat. Her short blond hair was sweaty and her, as he found quite a tight running shirt and her very tight black pants stuck to her body so that all curves and two stiff nipples clearly showed. She went to her closet and rummaged for fresh underwear.He watched her and. "Wait a minute, what am I supposed to do about this boner? I am hard as a rock and need some relief. That is not fair, I was so close." Anthony said.My wife looked at him, then down to his throbbing boner and said, "If you are close, you can finish the job yourself or hang out nude till it goes down." You just stroked my dick, got me hard and close to blowing my load. It only makes sense for you to go ahead and make me cum" he firmly stated."Forget it" she said. And poured another glass of her. . yeah. I do." I barely got the words out of my mouth before her lips were on mine. Her lips were urgent yet soft. She pulled me into her body. As her leg dug into my pussy, I couldn't suppress the moan. She pulled me on top of her and I straddled her. Our tongues were playing with each other as I pumped my pussy into hers despite our clothes. It was her turn to moan. Without thinking, I began stripping her, starting with her shirt. I grabbed her breasts and squeezed. They fit perfectly into my. After two days I think to read the story again. I started computer and I checked the other mails I received some more mail from the same unknown mail id in this two day. All those had some files attached of mother son. I thought them has an i****t story and opened some of them. And they were the i****t stories slowly but steadily I liked i****t stories. So I planned to read story whenever i am alone at home. I spend the days reading these stories. I like all stories but thought about my own son.