Helen was not jealous, rather she relished the knowledge that, no matter how another woman made him feel, her son would be fucking her tonight. And so...it was, later. They were drinking, like teenagers. They tickled each other and walked to their cabin, hugged and kissed in the hallway, probably woke a few people with their laughing. As soon as they were in the cabin, though, Mark's demeanour changed. He pulled Helen close, kissed her, then spun her around. They were still next to the doorway.. .. I'mmmmm... cuuummming... cuuummming... ooooooooohhhhhh... God... cuuummming... to... your... big... blaaaaaaack... ccccock... oooooohhhhh... yesssssss... fuck... me... ! Her legs seemed to weaken. She sat down on her vanity stool, nylon legs spread wide, continuing to fuck herself with that big cock, head thrown back, moaning in passion, breasts heaving, nipples hard points, straining against the silken material of the bra. She had one orgasm after another. Her ass squirmed against the soft. “What’s the tradition?” Briand asked.“Every Thanksgiving Dad and I watch the original Miracle on 34th Street with Natalie Wood and Maureen O’Hara.”“I’ve never seen it,” Brian said.“Well, you are in for a treat then.”Dad started the movie and then put more logs on the fire making room cozy and warm. It was no surprise when he fell asleep a few minutes into the movie.Seizing the opportunity to be alone with Brian, I woke Dad up from his sound sleep and said, “Why don’t you go to bed so we can. I still have a full head of hair, now with a little salt and pepper color, and I stand just over six feet tall. I am extremely self confident and have done well in my career. I've been told by the fairer sex on several occasions that my self confidence and 'manly man' presence is very sexy and attractive.Since meeting Mike and Kate, I have come to realize that Mike is one hell of a nice guy but not necessarily the most assertive man I've ever met. I now wondered whether Kate was responding to.