.slowly I unzipped my skirt...and wriggled it down my legs...over my throbbing cock...over my knees and to my feet. My pantyhose is soaked with stick... pre-cum. Tracing my fingers across my balls and over my cock I moan louder, my heart racing, my breath coming in gasps.I continue my dance on my knees, my pantyhosed-ass facing the camera. Looking over my shoulder to the screen I see a perfect ass ready to fucked hard. I can’t hold out much longer. Even now, I can feel to urge to fuck myself. . " she admitted."Dolly, did you resist?" I asked."No, it was exciting John, I was carried along, and I was doing it for Mama." she said, and I sensed she wanted to tell me more."He seduced you?" I suggested."Yes," she agreed, "And then he produced his snake, and made me touch it and kiss it and." Were you bare?" I asked."John!" she exclaimed, "It matters not, but I had to feel and kiss and handle and," It exploded no doubt," I added."When I suckled upon it, yes." she admitted."He forced you?". "Are you sure?" He asked."Definitely, I'll see you tomorrow sweetie." Amanda said before she kissed her son on the cheek.Ryan smiled and watched his mother's ass as she walked back to the dance floor. He then went and helped his dad out of the club and into a cab. On the ride home his dad didn't even ask about his wife, he was trashed. When they got back to the hotel Don could hardly walk. Ryan managed to get him into the elevator and upstairs but in the hallway outside their rooms Don passed. ” “Aunt Cindy, it’s Mike. Hey, sorry for calling so late - I’m driving through and the roads are bad. I just pulled into town and was going to get a room when I remembered what you said...if it's OK” “Of course,” she said. “Head over here. Webb Road, you remember.” She sounded a little drunk. “Hello?.” “Aunt Cindy, it’s Mike. The roads are bad and I’m just outside of GI. I was going to get a room…”“Don’t get a room,” she said. “Head over here. Webb road, you remember.” She sounded a.