"We'll order pizza!" He had his mother's stature and reddish hair.Another boy, maybe eight, taller and more slender than his brother, poked his head ...round the corner. "I thought Grandma was making ham and apple pie!" he wailed. "I don't want pizza for Christmas dinner!"Edith laughed. "Sammy wasn't serious," she said. "I made my ham and pie, just like you wanted."The younger boy ran up and gave his grandma a hug. "I love you, grandma!" he said. As quickly as the sentiment came, it. When Mr. Jefferson came on the line I said, "Mr. Jefferson, this is Donna. I am not sure what time I will be in today. Ann made me take the bus today and a man on the bus ordered me to go with him to a motel."He asked me how long it would be and I said, "I don't know, sir. He hasn't said."He asked to talk to the man and I held the phone out. He hesitated for a few seconds. But then he shrugged and took the phone from me. He said, "Hello?"He listened for a minute and then responded, "I don't. If she chooses to spend time with you, well ... there must be something about you I've missed."To be honest, I was impressed. It was pretty good for thinking on her feet – or more accurately, on her cute little tushy."Would you really like to know what I see in him?" asked Samantha flashing me a surreptitious wink."I sure would, because I really can't figure it out – I mean, I know he helped you out in the mall and everything, but no offense, Jake, you aren't exactly in her league, not even. God she was hot! He knew now that it wasn't going to be as difficult as he'd first thought to seduce his horny mother. He wouldn't rest till he'd gotten his cock into her hot, horny little fuck hole. "Uuuuuhhhhnnnngggggghhh!" she moaned, as her thighs tightened around her son's softly squeezing hand. Her climax spun itself out at last, and Donna opened her eyes and looked at her son, blushing. Matt didn't say anything right away. He simply unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, his eyes.