She pulls me up to her and kisses me. She licks my lips to taste her self from my mouth. She strokes my cock with one hand and encouragingly guides m... shaft toward her hot box. I change positions…and move up on top. I kiss her gently on her lips. She helps guide my cock near her pussy. Very Slowly; and very carefully I slide my rod into her hot box. She bites her lip, closes her eyes and lets out a deep sexual tone. I push in deep, and pull back. I slide back in and she lets out a low “oh,. This update is a bit longer than the others, and hopefully, you will like this as well. Enjoy! :)Mom stopped her paper correction work for a couple of days, and since it was my holidays, I too took a break from studies. It had gotten increasingly hard for us to keep our hands to ourselves after that night. Every night mom and I would be in each other’s embrace, kissing and feeling up each other’s body. I slept nude those days, while mom had stopped wearing her inners.We had gone from being mom. They came back to the table. He asked if I'd like to dance. I joined him on the dance floor for a hot beat number. He was a good dancer. The song ended. We stayed on the dance floor and talked a little. The next song was a slow one."Dance?" "Yes." As we began moving together with the music, he cupped my ass with his hands and pulled me closer. I could feel his stiff cock through his pants. This was like in high school when I danced with guys and I could feel their stiff ones, but I knew they. *It was the evening of his anniversary. He’d mentioned the party maybe half a dozen times during idle conversation but the details had stuck, building up until Olive knew more than enough. It would be easy to ruin it. The pictures. The videos. His hands all over her with his wedding ring in plain sight. It would be so easy. The taxi stopped in the middle of the road and she stepped out. His house was on the corner of a quiet, tree-lined street. There were cars in the driveway and more parked on.