I had a hard time pushing him away after our lips met. “Go to bed, son.” I ordered him. He obeyed and I went to the bathroom to wash off his stic...y cum. While the hot water was flowing down my body, I slowly soaped myself off. While I was lost in my thoughts, I played with my sensitive nipples and my still tickling pussy. What had happened? Why did I go all the way and let him suck me and I blew his cock? Actually, it not had been ‘all the way’. I did not fuck him. But the thought that I had. Esme smiled. "Not at all. I think quiet does. When we go out to Jay'smum, I think the quiet makes him restless." Oh," her mother said. "Does she live nearby?" About six hours away by car." If she noticed the look of hurt in hermum's eyes, she registered no awareness.Esme took her mother in her arms. For a moment the old woman looked likeshe thought her daughter was going for her throat. "I'm glad you came.I want...George to know his grandparents."Her mother said, haltingly, "Well, I'm. “Derrick,” she breathed, her voice heavy with need. “No more questions. Just…touch me. Please.”He tipped his head up to answer her. “Just one more question.” He lowered his mouth to her breasts at the same time as he slid his hand between her legs. He barely touched her at all instead drawing circles with a finger over her lace panties. Teasing.God, she wanted to kill him. Well, first fuck him then kill him. “Yes. Anything,” she answered. “Just…please.” She bucked her hips against his, begging. “Try not to stress so much,“ mom said, and then she continued instructing me, “I think it’s the best if we do it in the missionary position, so you’ll learn how to properly shoot it in. And don’t worry, you can do it.”Mom lay back on the bed and propped her head on the pillow. When she opened her legs, my eyes were wide and blinking nervously, but I was also tense with excitement as my gaze kept alternating between the dark bushy opening between those pasty thighs and my mother’s friendly and.