I had to sell our home in a distress sale and moved into a small apartment. My mother helped me to set up the apartment and in the late afternoon we s...t down together for a cup of coffee.At that time my mother was 62 years old, but in very good shape for her age. She was not very tall, 5' 2", 130#, with nice smooth skin. She always complained about the weight of her heavy breasts (34DD). She had been divorced since I was in high school almost 20 years ago.When I was a young boy, I peeked at Mom. His hips arched upwards slightly. I pulled my hand back down, away from his rigid cock. I felt his hips relax as he sank back into the cushions.Jake's hand slid down my body, sliding quickly over my side, brushing the side of my tit. His hand hesitated, not sure what to do. He moved his hand further down my body to my waist. He caressed my abdomen, his fingers pointing down, sliding under the waistband of my shorts and panties. I held my breath, sucking my stomach in. His hand stopped movement,. But they hadn’t yet had their 32 prescribed minutes of foreplay, and she knew he would make her wait. She smeared honey all over herself and Andy joined in, kneading her breasts, teasing her nipples. Andy took her arms and spread them wide, exposing her to his intense gaze. He knew just how to turn her on. Soon he was on top and she on the bottom. He spread her arms and legs eagle-style and tied them to the bedposts. He sat with his heavy penis weighing on her belly and began to lick some of. But as always when they went out in public, they left their panties at home. Shortly after lunch, Cara’s cell phone rang, just as she was about to call Tara. Tara was on the line, so excited, she was almost out of breath. “Tara, what is it; are you all right?” Cara asked. “Oh, yeah, more than that; let me tell you what happened earlier this morning,” she said almost breathlessly, and then continued. “This morning, the librarian brought a middle aged guy to the section where I was filing. I.