There were magazines, DVDs, dildos of all types, fetish gear, BDSM gear, male and female sex dolls. To the right of me there were only items on the wa...l and then the counter started and went down one side of the wall. There was a counter with heavy glass to the ceiling, and shelves behind the counter with different items. Different items were lined on the counter behind the glass and items were taped to the glass for display. Half way down the counter was the clerk who sat behind an opening in. Rebecca remained chest down on the desk, her pussy red and puffy right in front of me. My cum was seeping out of her, oozing down her leg. I reached out and fingered her slit, soaking my finger in our commingled juices. I rubbed her ass with the juice, teasing her little brown rose. "No more, boss man! Please…. no more," she pleaded with me to let her be. "I haven't had that many orgasms in five years. Let me catch my breath." I leaned forward and kissed each globe of her ass, but I couldn't. "Do you want to tell her no?" she queried, "because I have been trying to say that to her for months without success. She gets what she wants, and knows I will always give in to her. As for you, you are not really in a position to stop her, are you?"I smiled at her calm acceptance of her daughter's demands."Very true, Alice," I admitted, "not that I would refuse any chance of having you enjoy me."Alice smiled at my compliment, kissing me, then taking off her bra, revealing those gorgeously. "Why older women?" I asked inquisitively "and how old" Man, they are groovy and juicy, much better than young girls. I like women between 30 and 40" he repliedI know I shouldn't have delved into my son's mind any further. It was invading his privacy and also in a way I was cheating him, pretending to be someone else. But I was too curious to know about my own son's thoughts. I never had even imagined this side of his."30-40 is much older to you" I said "You can never find any woman of that age.