S. If she pisses me off I'm leaving, and I'll come back later and get you." It'll be cool I promise, don't get your panties in a wad." I punched her i... the shoulder before she finished, and grabbed the door handle.As we climbed out of my pick-up, Beth came flying up the driveway on a dirt bike. A bright red one, with knobby tires and it was covered with mud. She had mud splattered on her black boots and jeans. Her blonde hair was pulled back and a red handkerchief was tied to the ponytail. She. You asked how the game was going. I filled you in on the situation. You were watching the game with me. I have to say this was REALLY hot. I know you could feel the hardening in the front of my shorts. I looked up and could see you smile. You moved your butt on my lap. I got harder and harder. I knew what you were doing. I kept thinking, “just wait till halftime, lol.” You reached over and kissed my neck. I moved my head to the side but kept my eyes on the game. I was trying to be. “That’s right Sandy,” I said. “You let him fuck you like a bitch.”“You don’t get to say no,” I said sternly. She nodded and stepped out of her clothes. Sandy knelt in the middle of the kitchen and then got down on all fours and spread her skinny legs slightly apart. Xander immediately licked her open pussy from clit to asshole. She shivered at the sensation and after a few moments he had had enough, mounting her with his larger, stronger body. He was a well trained dog. We watched his hips. I had hoped my son would somehow be different from every other man in my life, all of whom I saw as hard lessons learned.Now my small breasts are exposed, the bra slipping down my arms to fall between us. Two sets of fingers and thumbs roll my puffy, hardening nipples roughly. "Are they sensitive, mother?" Oh yes!" They are. If my beauty is a curse, then so too are my body's reactions to intimacy. I often hated that fact more than any other."I've wanted you for so long, mother. I have wanted.