..There were people going across the train because we just stopped at a station, she looked at me and then the door, like she was saying "please, I do...'t want to be caught..."I stood up and locked the door, pulled the curtain over a small door window. I was standing there like I was guarding the door or something, she was going up and down her thighs, from knees up and to her pussy...caressing those beautiful legs in nylons...I wanted to do that, I wanted to touch her so bad...I came closer to. She gave a little smile of recognition. “How are you?” “Oh fine”, she shrugged. “And your Dad?” He’s fine too” she replied. Hell, I thought , it’s like drawing teeth.” Still, best to come straight out with it. “Listen, Leanne, I’ve been thinking about you. I wondered if you would be interested in helping out in a little project I’ve started.” She looked at me, a bit blankly, and said “what kind of project?”. “Well”, I replied, it’s basically a club for people to go to have sex. For fun. And. After all, it was one of the videos from her own carefully curated collection. She always enjoyed it when her son appreciated one of her chosen videos particularly. They had still only had sex a few times but would often masturbate together late at night to her porn videos. These moments were of immense delight for Susan who had seen a whole new and exciting aspect of life opened up to her since she had started sharing her sexual life with her son. She walked over to his chair, lay a gentle. As she obliged his stupor he lurched forward to penetrate her velvet embrace. He was too drunk to hold a rhythm so his balls slapped her flesh erratically. Harder he thrust at her, urging the end to hurry, her silent acceptance not embellishing his fantasy at all. Without her participation he was not going to find solace in her warm fleshy mound. Frustrated at her he must have instructed her to get back on her knees because she quickly whipped around and enveloped his hairy balls in her mouth..