”Everyone laughed.“Mr.S, what about a tanning booth?” said Jenna“first off, my name is Arthur. Mr., sir, or anything but daddy, makes me feel ...ld, and only Sarah can call me that.”“why doesn’t daddy make you feel old?” said Sarah.“well, it’s hard to explain. Only Heather has ever called me that.” I said scratching my nose and sitting down in my recliner.“mom, remember how we always wondered how Mr.… Arthur always had the best tech? Well now we know.” Said Jenna, laughing.“you never answered my. ’ She realized she felt quite alone now that Greg had left. While the quiche cooled, she took a quick shower, then she went upstairs and got dressed in a loose white Shaker knit sweater and jeans she’d brought from her house the night before. Then she went back downstairs to the kitchen to have something to eat. Greg flipped on the siren as soon as he hit the highway, and before long he arrived at the location where the trooper was on the ground, struggling with the drunk. Greg braked to a. I thought for sure he would cum quickly once I started this. I was wrong. He was groaning like he wanted to cum, but not even the coppery taste of pre-cum was starting. I wasnt sure what I was going to do next if a blowjob didnt do it, but my son indicated his idea. With one of his hands bracing him in a sitting position, he took his left hand and rubbed down my back. Next thing I know the zipper on the side of my pencil skirt is unzipped and he is trying to slip his hand inside my pantyhose! I. “yes baby, yes… That’s it son… Just like that… Fuck mommy harder… Give mommy your cock baby… Give me your cock… Come on baby, fuck mommy harder… Fuck me deeper son… Let me feel your cum shoot in my pussy baby… Fill mommy’s sloppy cunt with your cum!!!”Spurred on by her lusty request, i continued to plunge my dick into her faster and more forcefully.“yes, yes, harder you dirty mother fucker… Fuck my cunt harder… Fill your whore mother with your sperm… Oh god yes… That’s it baby, that’s it… Fuck.