She must have left in the middle of the night or the first thing in the morning. Knowing the Mafia Moms like I do, I hope they didn’t take her for a...ride, if you know what I mean. I hope Kathleen isn’t swimming with the fishes, if you know what I mean. I wished I could have said goodbye to her. I wished I could have thanked her for making me a man. I wished I could have reconnected with her later in life. I wished she hadn’t left. I wish I could have had just one day alone with my Maureen. And it was often when she just gotten home from work, or have had a night shift and got up at 2 in the afternoon, especially when I wasn't there...One day I got home from work a little early, my wife and her admire (Peter) was having coffee in the living room. My wife sat in the sofa, and he had placed him self on the floor, and had a great view up under her t-shirt dress. Fortunately she was wearing her panties, but she wasn't wearing bra, and her nipples was almost pushed through the thin. I am very aroused as Alain kneels and licks my man’s erection.I am naked apart from my heels and a new dose of perfume as I stand behind my man and press my naked body into his and watch Alain tease the full length of Jon’s cock with a fingertip.“Make him work for it baby and make it good for me,” I tell Jon as I tongue kiss him from behind and tease his nipples as Alain takes his cock between his lips. I can feel my man gasp and shudder as Alain scratches his balls while he sucks his cock.“A. Our bodies screamed out the news. Of course they didn't know we were mother and son, instead we were repeatedly greeted by friendly greetings - 'Hi Bonnie, hi Chris'. Everyone seemed to know us.They all looked at my cock. The women clearly envious of my mother, the men perhaps jealous. They watched mom. Lusted for her. Raped her with their eyes. She loved it!We didn't discuss what we'd done the night before that day on the beach. We both knew it was still too raw a wound. Instead we talked.