One day as I was logging onto the chat site, I found her on the Internet again. I asked her where she had been and why she had not logged on for a lon... time. She told me that she had taken some time off to get her head together and try to make sense of her sexual obsession for her son. She then started asking me personal questions about whether I really wanted to fuck my own mother. She told me how this could ruin their normal mother-son relationship. How my mother as my lover would make more. I would bet my ass the place had been searched. If so, they no doubt found several minor things, but probably not my bug out money because it wasn't in the apartment. I moved it around from time to time. I did that because the classic story about gray money. It was about the fellow who had a hundred grand in the spare tire of his old truck. He had an accident in the truck, while he was in the hospital the insurance company paid off his wife, who knew nothing of the money, and then after a. She said “Can this wait Zack I’m kinda busy relaxing” with a sly smile and stretched so that her nice B cups jutted out and her perfectly flat stomach was exposed by her rising tiny shirt. I contained my thoughts of pouncing her and making her mine right there and told her the bad news. She said “I knew there was no way he could have this many business trips, what an asshole. How is mom”? She’s ok, she’s hitting the gin already, is there anything you need. Her eyes almost watered up but she. ” Now he was talking. He started eating my pussy. His tongue was moving all over my pussy and between my pussy lips. He was gently biting on my inner thighs and he was fucking my pussy with his tongue. “Oh fuck, that feels good,” I moaned. I hadn’t had sex for a week and I wanted to get fucked really hard. “Fuck me now, please,” I begged. My step-dad looked at me with a big smile. He sat down aiming his hard cock at my pussy, and I was waiting for him to give it to me really deep. “Fuck me,” I.