"Wanna cuddle and puddle please?" Her son's plaintive plea warmed her heart and pussy with the thought of another mutual masturbation session. She had...'t thought about it before hand, had not planned to have her son back in secret in her bedroom, with her husband gone to the city. She hadn't dared to hope for an encore, but she instantly welcomed the unfolding replay of i****tuous stimulation.Johnny could tell his mom was more than happy to see him. Her entire demeanor was open and eager and. Dad has buttoned his shirt but nothing below his waist. His semi erected dick is dangling between his thighs. I took four eggs and broken them and poured the eggs into the juices dad and mine and whipped them and prepared omlet of it. While i am preparing dad hugged me from the back and kissing my neck, cheeks and said “sale haramjaadi.. Kahan se seekhi yeh sab” his hands were holding my firm boobs and pressing his tool on his daughter’s taut bum. I thought of telling that i learned this type. I was falling in love with this woman. I was sure of it.She didn't seem to find me entirely repulsive, either.True, we still hadn't taken the relationship into the bedroom, but my misgivings about that were fading fast. Shirley no longer seemed unapproachable. She was neither on a pedestal, as she had been in our First Life together back in high school, nor were my feelings for her any longer qualified by fears that her past had damaged her in some significant way.I was betting we were going to. "Are you going to march us in?" I asked. Marisa’s fingers curled around my turgid member and gripped like she was holding a broom handle. "I’ll steer!" she giggled.She marched us inside, steered me quickly around to close the door and murmured "Lock it." Now she was actively stroking my length, in time with my repeated fumbling with the lock.At last! "Here’s your keys." I rasped out as I jerked the key out of the lock, jingling the ring against her arm. I decided to tease a little, "So, how.