I never felt that I really had a chance to let Waylon talk about his feelings for Keni and think over what drove him over the edge. A lot of you have ...uggested that for his crimes he be locked up or sent to a mental hospital, maybe he will agree with you, but let him speak for himself and then decide from there okay, after all this is still America and the process of being innocent until proven guilty is still a part of our freedom…God Bless America…!) * Waylon lay back on the bed and watched. I tilted my head and kissed him; our tongues played wildly with each other. When I pulled away I stared into his eyes and, with a wide silly happy grin plastered across my face, said, "I love you, son." I love you too, Mom. I can't believe I'm finally doing it, livin' my dream, fucking you, fucking my Mom. If you only knew how long I wanted this." He backed me up to the wall. I tightened my legs around him, pulling his cock deeper into my womb. He rotated his hips, moving his dick around inside. I watched her boobs bounce wildly as she whimpered. I heard customers in the rooms on either side of us, not aware of the brutal fucking going on between them. “You fucking bad boy…” she groaned holding my face, “Tempting your auntie like this.” She groaned lowly as I watched her pussy repeatedly open to swallow my cock. “Fuck me like your bitch Kyle.” She pleaded.”Who’s bitch are you?” I asked. She moaned but no answer. I went harder, slamming my balls against her. She just barely stopped. He slept until nine then ate breakfast with his parents and children. After they ate, Howie washed dishes with his mother.She asked, "How was the dance?" Very fancy, but I wasn't able to dance much. It is a high society club. Did you have a good time on the cruise and at the country club?" he asked."The cruise was wonderful and very romantic. I recommend it for any old married couple. Actually the country club was very nice. They had a little band and the President and Mamie came by."What.