About an hour later there was a knock on my door and my mom entered."OK," she said, "as long as you don't ever tell your father!"I was so excited abou... the idea of seeing Hans with my mom I had to masturbate and make myself cum three times before I could get to sleep that night!The next day we drove to the motel where Hans said he would meet us. He opened the door wearing a dirty old robe and invited us in. He hugged my mom and started to kiss her passionately. I felt a little jealous but he. But not all the way. I couldn't get her close enough to make contact though I could tell from the heat of her breath she was only millimeters away. God, what a tease. Please, please, let me touch your face, just once, that will be enough.Then it happened. A thick, warm, wet slug pressed the underside of my cock, pushing, enveloping, sliding over me. Her tongue, her tongue, the thought crashed into my head. I was going to cum. The shock was too much. I could feel it gathering steam, starting to. How much worse an impression could I make?" That got him beat on by his sister, who flopped in his lap and demanded that he wheel her to the table like the princess she was." If she's a princess, then I must be Laird o' the Castle," Mr. Jones said, waving his drink around."You're getting to be the Lard of the Castle, all right," Mrs. Jones shot back at him. "Cam is going to start chasing you down the block in his wheelchair to get you to exercise. You'll have to move in order to keep from being. ..uncool, right?”“It’s ok, Mom,” Scott chuckled. He, too, stared at his parents’ bedroom door for a moment before shaking his head. “I can’t believe Dad would turn down sex with you,” he reaffirmed, “but I don’t blame him for still checking you out. I mean...you’re still really a very attractive woman.” Scott stumbled to get the sentence out, tripping over his words, wanting to get them just right.“Oh, Scott...” his mother waved off. “Do you really think I’m all that attractive? Sometimes.