I cannot believe that it is Christmas party time again. This year my pimping boss promised me to a client after our evening do, well I sort of volunte...red. Anyway I somehow found myself sat between a father and son. Dave, a deputy director like me and his son Oliver, a recent graduate from a northern university. Unusual for a son to be invited to our do, but I just accepted it. Dave was in not bad shape, Oliver was well built for a twenty something and extremely good looking. Oliver took after. As she pounds my cock faster I can see the head turning purple and the shaft red as my cock fills with even more blood. Now she’s half jerking me, rubbing the head hard each time she comes up. I makes me squirm and I can feel it building. “Oh shit, Brandi, I’m gonna cum,” I whisper and just as her hand comes down off the head of my cock, I explode all over her face.I’m barely able to catch my breath when Brandi says, “it’s my turn.” She pulls me toward her while I lay on my back. I d**** my. She often thought 'I hope I still have a figure like this when I get to be thirty- four'. If her mother had a fault, then it was that of being overprotective, of always wanting to keep Tina under her wing to make sure that nothing bad would happen to her. Even though Tina understood the reasons for this character trait, it did occasionally get up her nose and provoke violent outbursts of her temper. Outbursts which she usually regretted the moment after they happened. She was thankful to her. At the door, as Dad put his coat on, Mom asked me to help her with a shawl she pulled out of her purse. As I stood behind her, arranging the silky shawl with fashionably frayed edges, I couldn’t help looking over her shoulder and down her dress at her loosely confined, braless breasts despite the fact that my father was standing right next to us.At the car, I held the door for Mom and though the dress was conservative, I did enjoy the sight of Mom’s lower legs as she teasingly pulled them.