Her eyes widened at the sight of who was there with her, and I could see her breathing was getting deeper – a mixture of fear and apprehension.I put...my hand across her mouth and backed her into a cubicle. Her lips were cold and wet against my palm, and her hands were weak against my chest. I gripped the hem of her top in my free hand and pushed her against the wall of the cubicle, my foot closing the door behind me. I leaned forward to breathe harshly in her ear“You don’t know me.”Her. .." Now be a good boy and put these on," she commanded.Where will this end? I wondered to myself, as I slipped the panties on -- the lace gently teasing and tickling my leg.The third day, Janice handed me a pair of bright pink panties."That's it! I refuse," this time I was going to put my foot down. "Wearing them at home is fine, whatever. But I can not wear that to work. What if someone sees them when I lean over or something?"Janice just rolled her eyes, "that's ridiculous. You just worry for. He helped me pack up all of Valentine's stuff that she didn't take and put it in storage, he closed the sale while I was off getting high and drunk, and he helped put my ass through rehab. And, just so we're clear: the Betty Ford Clinic does absolute wonders. If you have a problem, I highly suggest you check them out. Anyway, Tracie was bummed when I quit, but was overjoyed when I moved in. Her and I quickly became good friends (we were friends before, but not good friends), and soon after I. Debby lowered her shoulders to the bed, raising her ass to her son's powerful thrusts. Bobby's fingers gripped her roughly, literally pulling his mother's tight, clasping anal sheath over his cock as he slammed the thick glistening, incestuous shaft deep up inside her heaving belly."That's it, Mom! Throw that hot, fuckin' ass of yours back at my prick!" he moaned. "God, I love fuckin' you, Mom!"Bobby abandoned himself totally to the wondrous feeling in his groin. The flames of lust leapt and.