I wonder who it will be. Will I know her? I hope she's not too old. He never once thought about the fact that his mother was going to be having sex wi...h someone other than his father.When Bobby came down the stairs, Sally whistled and said, "You look nice." He was wearing navy slacks and a pale blue buttoned down shirt. She ignored that he was wearing sneakers instead of shoes."You too." Hmm, you smell good," she said.Bobby blushed. "I borrowed some of Dad's cologne. Is that okay?" Sure. My boy. " She climbed up the ladder, making sure he was beneath her. She leaned forward to make sure he had a good look up her short skirt. She heard a soft gasp from beneath her. "Do you see this here?" She was pointing to the hole in the wall where the painting had been attached."Uh, yeah..." he responded dopily. She knew what he was looking at. Her mother's body was older, but still in pretty good shape, and in this outfit she was a 'yummy mommy'. She climbed back down. "Here," she said,. Sometimes, when he pressed really deep inside her, she felt a shudder from deep within. At other times, when his movements were lighter, she felt like riding in the clouds, detached from gravity.Then, gradually, she noticed a change in Richard’s movements. They gained in urgency, force and speed. His breathing became ragged and his eyes clouded. She watched in awe as his face contorted into a grimace of lust, and she knew that it was she who gave him those intense feelings.Crying out her name,. "What about my tools, Vicki?" Dave asked."The only tool you'll need is right here!" She responded, playfully squeezing the iron hard shaft. Her body gleamed with a mixture of perspiration, oil and sexual fluids as they entered the roomy, air-conditioned expanse of the family room. Her aureoles were protruding, along with her hard nipples, from the shock of sudden temperature change.Dave snuggled up behind her, dropping his clothes, and capturing both tits in his sweaty hands. She pressed her.