Cindy introduced him as her roommate, Jason, and asked me to have a seat on the couch while she washed up and changed into something more comfortable....ason and I made small talk while Cindy changed. When she returned she was wearing a tank top and a pair of track-suit type short shorts. Unlike her business suit, this outfit left little to the imagination. Her breasts were firm and at least C cups. Her legs and stomach had clearly benefited from hours at the gym.She sat down to the left of me on. Jack looked at his dad with glazed eyes trying to understand what was being said. Comprehension slowly filtered into his lust fogged mind and he nodded. He was panting as if he had run a mile and he didn't understand why. He had only been finger fucking his mom and sucking on her tit through her blouse. Now he was holding her tits and squeezing the firm softness while that hard nipple burning into his palm. He was squeezing his mother's tit. His fingers were squishing in his mom's pussy. A weak. She wants to talk to you.” “Oh, OK.” He said as he got up and ran into the house. “Hey you, happy birthday.” “Same to you man, and that’s the reason I am calling.” “What’s going on down there?” “My folks and grandparents are throwing me a big birthday party in June, and I need a date for this thing. That means you man. You have to come down here and help me through this thing.” “Of course I will. I would love to see you all dolled up.” “I look like Scarlett O’Hara in this dress mom picked out. ’ ‘Sometimes mothers are not always right.’ He considered that and added she hadn’t had sex for some weeks. And so Rufus arrived for dinner. He had a long, think cock that Roxy pushed to sample between entrée and meatballs and she just loved it. Rufus must have loved slotting it because he didn’t go home until 11:00 next morning. He called an hour later and was very apologetic. ‘My mother didn’t like me staying all night with a woman she doesn’t know. She is very angry and wishes to talk to.