I unsnapped the holster of my .357 Magnum and rested my hand on the butt of the gun. Biscuit woofed quietly, his head tilted to one side. He wasn't sc...red, just curious.I pushed open the door as quietly as I could and made sure that it closed gently after we went through."Quiet now," I whispered to Biscuit.I saw no other cars, heard nothing at all.And then - laughter.A child's laughter. A sound I hadn't thought ever to hear again. A sound that made me smile.Another voice joined the first, and. Now, her son moved even closer, and she felt his penis poking against her tummy, and she suddenly realised what was happening.She hesitated, and then slipped her hand between their bodies, and her fingers closed round her son's stiff cock.'It's not about bad dreams — it's this, isn't it, darling?' she said softly, and gently squeezed him.He didn't answer, but pressed himself against her, his breath coming faster. She squeezed his cock again — it was larger than she'd expected, and felt. "Why' s that?" I asked. "You look fantastic!" "I can see how happy its made you!" Alexia grinned. I glanced down and my dick was as hard as a rock and standing out like a rocket. I felt my jeans were about to split any minute. "So, what do you want to do with me?" she asked seductively fluttering her long eyelashes. I felt the very horny animal inside raging through me. I shoved her up against the side of the bike shed and leaned over her kissing her with pure passion and she kissed hungrily. She didn't know what had come over her, what had prompted her to begin the worst possible sin with her son. Her pussy was very wet, throbbing so hornily in her panties that she could hardly think straight. She felt overwhelmed by anger, frustration and a wanton, uncontrollable lust. Walter just lay there, smiling as he submitted to his sex- starved mother's hand job. Patty stared openly at his huge prick now, grimacing as she whipped her right hand up and down the cockstalk as fast as.